Chapter 122: Lost...
Feng Jiao Xue’s grip tightened on the back of the unconscious mage’s collar.
She didn’t look at him. Didn’t even glance down to check if he was still breathing. He was.... barely.
Feng Jiao Xye had left just enough of him intact to keep his heart beating. Not out of mercy, but purpose.
If they want to find out what’s going on,she will get answers from him. Through any means necessary.
Her boots scraped across the broken floor, crunching glass, ash, and the brittle edge of magic-scorched stone.
The underground chamber still pulsed faintly with residual energy, like a beast breathing in its sleep, whispering threats long after the battle ended.
She followed the trail left behind. faint wisps of qi that lingered like scent trails in the air. She can guess Chen Rong had done it on purpose. Cleverl. Even half-conscious, he’d known Feng Jiao Xue would need to know where they had headed. She can also faintly see claw marks Mo Tianze no doubt scratched on the wall for her to follow.
Dragging the mage behind her, she stepped over crumbling thresholds, pushed past a collapsed door, and moved through the narrow tunnels that twisted beneath the city’s underbelly like veins clogged with secrets.
Her body ached. Her arm throbbed with a burn that felt deep enough to reach bone. Her left shoulder had stopped responding entirely, she must’ve torn something. Her ribs screamed with every breath. Blood stained her side. But her face remained impassive.
Pain was expected. She didn’t fear it.
What she feared was silence.