The remaining smoke from the Shaoliang Mountains had dissipated, and Lin Mo, amidst the joyful cries of crows, struggled to uncover the body of Pao Ze next to him! Dragging his injured body, he used a wooden stick he picked up casually to support his balance, and walked towards the darkness in the distance. In the nearby valley, there was only a gluttonous feast for crows. . . . . .
