The mist of the Demon Realm was always laden with an inescapable, chilly dampness. Wang Zhaojun curled up deep inside the cave, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on the stone wall.
For days, that white shadow had not appeared again.
She ought to have been relieved. Li Bai must have been found by his clansmen and escaped this sunless Demon Realm. Yet, the empty, desolate ache in her chest quietly wrapped around her like vines, making her unable to help gazing toward the cave entrance in the quiet of night.
Chapter 167