Alone

Wu Jian didn’t know how long Yōuměi had been running for, but the night sky broke as the sun began rising, then set again, only to once more turn to day.

They passed by rivers, plains, and fields. Several cities came into sight, but Yōuměi traveled away from them. They nearly ran into several cultivators, but the magical beast was good at sensing them and always avoided them by leaping into trees or hiding under the ground.

Wu Jian’s body remained paralysed. Wu Meiying had forced him into an inanimate state by injecting chi into his nervous system. The most he could move for the longest time was his fingers and mouth.

His body became capable of movement on what he perceived to be the tenth or eleventh day.

“Yōuměi, stop please.”

The magical beast dutifully stopped moving as Wu Jian undid the ropes binding him. He sat up and studied his surroundings, observing the sheer cliffs blocking his view on the left and right.