DIVINE PUNISHMENT

The storm had passed, leaving the night eerily quiet. The air still crackled with lingering energy, the scent of burnt wood and scorched earth heavy beneath the calming breeze.

Ling Li cradled Chu Yan in her arms, his body limp, barely clinging to consciousness. His skin was pale, marred by fresh wounds, but his breathing, though shallow, was steady. Without hesitation, she lifted him, her movements fluid and effortless, and carried him back to their room. The tribulation had exhausted him, drained him of every ounce of strength, and now, he lay at the mercy of his own recovery.

At the same time, Shi Min, ever responsible as he is, stepped out of his quarters, his sharp gaze sweeping across the household. He had heard heaven's rage, had felt the oppressive force of the tribulation, and he knew that such a spectacle could not have passed without consequence. He moved swiftly, checking on everyone, ensuring that no harm had befallen their people.