The smoke of battle gradually dissipated, and the palace returned to stillness. Feng Wenjun and his companions collapsed to the ground, exhausted, their bodies trembling from pain as sweat and fresh blood soaked their clothes. Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips chapped, and their eyes betrayed a profound weariness.
Feng Wenjun forced himself up with difficulty. His wounds were still bleeding, but ignoring his own pain, he first checked on the condition of his teammates. He examined their injuries one by one and asked in a weak voice, "Are you all right?"
Qian Yuxi bit her bullet and managed to squeeze out a smile. "I'm fine. Thanks to the soft armor you gave me, I'm just feeling a bit tired."
Chapter 41