Wenzhi and Gu Luhan appeared in the center of the ruined Capital, Tiefeng City.
The battle had ended hours ago.
The once-grand capital was nothing but shattered buildings, collapsed highways, and burning wreckage buried beneath fresh snow. Sovereign ships hovered above the city, their floodlights sweeping across the devastated streets.
It was strangely peaceful.
The full moon hung high above the sky, illuminating the endless snowfall while voices echoed throughout the city as Sovereign soldiers secured the remaining districts.
The instant the mist withdrew into Wenzhi's body, he doubled over.
Cough!
A mouthful of blood splattered across the snow.
His body shook as another cough tore through him, warm blood dripping from the corner of his lips while another thin stream slid from his nose.
Gu Luhan's eyes widened.
"You don't look good." He hurried toward him. "We should've gone straight to Doctor Ruixin."
He reached out to steady him.
