Kept Heading North

Thick clouds blocked out the sky and brought darkness. The blue Rognon Sea down the cliff was tranquil and charming. The river by the cliff kept roaring cheerfully.

After a very long while, Ning Que came back to life. His face was extremely pale due to excessive loss of blood. He seemed lost and took a few minutes to recall what had just happened. His chest was badly wounded. He covered it with one hand and tried to stand up, but found it very difficult.

It took him a fairly long while and lots of pain to accomplish such a simple move. His Academy suit was ragged and the blood stains were frozen in the chilling air. He seemed like a ghost coming right out of hell.

Since the battle was over, the big black horse had come out of the woods and stood by his side. Seeing him being weak and miserable, it came to support him with its warm and firm body.