Silence.
Yang Chen exhaled sharply, sheathing his sword. "Damn. Brother Yun is getting stronger again."
Hua Wanru touched his arm. "He's different now."
Fei Mao scratched his head, staring at the spot where Yun Lintian had vanished. "Yeah. Like he's carrying the weight of the heavens themselves."
Chu Heng, now revived but pale, tightened his grip on his sister's shoulder. "We can't just stand here."
Qin Yiran nodded, her sword glinting. "He's right. If the enemy is coming back, we need to prepare."
Yang Mengli flexed her newly regenerated arm, testing the muscles. "Then what are we waiting for?"
A slow grin spread across Fei Mao's face. "That's what I like to hear!"
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