A crash? [2]

Zhao Tian and Ji Shuang stepped out of the room, and only then did Zhao Tian notice it was Ji Shuang's private quarters.

Walking through the corridors, they quickly reached the front.

Zhao Tian's body was still weak, aching with every step he took, but he mustered through it.

"Tian... can you really move right now?"

He nodded his head and replied "Yeah, I can... don't worry."

The moment they stepped past the threshold of her quarters, the crisp air brushed against his skin, carrying the lingering scent of ash and blood.

The sect grounds lay in ruin before him.

Buildings that had once stood tall were now reduced to shattered remnants, and the earth itself bore deep scars from the battle.

Zhao Tian lifted his head and his breathing was steady despite the pain gnawing at his body.

Just as he shifted his weight, he felt a gentle touch as Ji Shuang's fingers curled around his hand.