Deep within Tianyan Mountain, vines like a giant emerald net covered the secluded valley, and spiritual mist condensed into pearl-like dewdrops under the moonlight, rolling down the leaves. Hu Yuan sat down with his back against the moss-covered rock wall, his fingertips brushing the hilt of the Broken Sword, the texture as rough as the vicissitudes of time. Cháng Mínghào casually plucked a spiritual leaf and held it in his mouth.
"How is the Water Spirit?" Hu Yuan looked at the water ripples absentmindedly intertwining between his friend's fingertips, a hint of worry in his voice. "During that battle earlier, if you had the assistance of the Water Spirit, you wouldn't have been in such a sorry state."
Cháng Mínghào fell silent for a moment, raising his head to look at the shattered moon sliced by the branches and leaves, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty. "In the spatial turbulence, to protect me, she took a Spatial Rift head-on." His voice was hoarse, as if every word was coated with grit. "At that time, her spiritual body shattered into spots of light... Now I can only sense a faint aura inside the primary bead. It's like... like a candle flame in the wind about to go out at any moment."
Chapter 332