The night wind blew, carrying the charred scent and dust from the distant ruins, mingling with the stench of blood at the scene to form a very particular aroma.
Song Ling'Er hugged Wu Liangchen tightly, her slender frame trembling uncontrollably.
It was a result of being completely overwhelmed.
Wu Liangchen could clearly feel her tears soaking his chest. He let out a soft sigh and gently patted Song Ling'Er's back, soothing her.
After a long while, Song Ling'Er finally calmed down a bit. She looked up, her face streaked with tears.
"B-Big Brother Wu, are you all right?"
She asked with great concern, worried that Wu Liangchen might have been injured again.
Wu Liangchen smiled. "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Wu Liangchen wasn't just putting on a brave face. Not only was he uninjured, but he was in better shape than ever before.
It might have seemed like a breakthrough to a single new realm, but the changes it brought were world-altering.
