Ling Xiao stood on the ruined battlements of the ancient city, gazing at the eerie and terrifying barren wilderness in the distance. The night wind swept across his face, carrying the scent of decay and a biting chill. Twenty female disciples of the Vast Cold Palace had already set up a simple camp on the inner side of the city wall, where several bonfires flickered in the darkness, illuminating their exhausted yet vigilant faces.
"Mr. Ling, you should rest for a bit too." Leng Shuang walked over, handing him a flask of spirit tea. "We owe it all to you today; otherwise, we..."
Ling Xiao took the tea flask and shook his head. "You all performed very well, especially the 'Moonlight Formation' you formed at the end. Its power was astonishing."
Chapter 591