The wind howled across the continent as Xiang Yu led Lian and Mei on a relentless journey. This time, there were no scenic stops, no visting night markets. It wasn't a vacation. It was an urgent pursuit and the two girls echoed his sentiments.
What would have taken mortals months to traverse, they crossed in a week. But even with his demonic speed and divine endurance, Xiang Yu was slower than usual. The wound he suffered in the Realm of Annihilation had long vanished without a trace.
There was no scar, no mark but the discomfort lingered like a phantom. His body felt foreign and his spirit unsettled like something was wreaking havoc inside him. The only thing that eased his discomfort was Han Xin's hair crown.
