Her clothes were dripping, yet Bai Zhi didn't care. After all, it wasn't cold in here at all.
After eating a peach, Bai Zhi climbed onto a rock and lay down. She hadn't really looked around this place, besides the Stone Chamber nearby which was considered a treasure, this place seemed to lead somewhere else.
But right now, Bai Zhi couldn't stand up. She could only lay there and slowly recover.
She knew that people outside must be worried sick, but she didn't know how to let them know she was okay.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the red string on her hand, which was a testament to her life-and-death bond with Moh Li. As long as it wasn't broken, it meant he wasn't dead.
Similarly, if Moh Li wasn't dead, it meant she wasn't dead either.
Sure enough, a few days later, when they were preparing to use the weapons for reception, the Ancestor spoke up.
