The impact wave brought by the meteor haphazardly dispersed the deadly miasma, flattened the trees, tossed around beasts, and rolled giant rocks, effectively leveling the Deadly Miasma Region.
Witnessing the disaster brought by the meteor, Wu Lian sucked in a breath, overcome by tardy fear.
She was fortunate to have run far. If she had only run for five minutes, she feared she would have been swept up by the windstorm, facing an uncertain fate.
"What's your name?" Only then did Wu Lian realize that she was huddled with Yu Feng, and promptly pushed him away, examining this young man.
He had saved her life and she owed him a debt of gratitude.
"Yu Feng."
"What reward do you want?" Wu Lian felt that Yu Feng must have some ulterior motive for informing her about the meteor.
What could Yu Feng want? He merely wanted Wu Lian to survive.
"I heard you call me senior sister at first, then call me Wu Lian?"
"...My Cultivation Technique told me." Yu Feng didn't know how to explain.