Bai Zihan slowly pushed aside the curtain of his tent.
The moment he stepped out, a faint chill brushed against his skin.
The distant roars of Demonic Beasts still echoed faintly from the far frontlines, reminding everyone that the war had not ended.
His body protested the movement.
He had yet to fully recover from the backlash of using Heaven's Mandate Reversal Technique.
But well, he could at least walk properly without needing to be princess-carried.
Bai Zihan took a breath and began to walk.
He wandered through the outer sections of the encampment—where ordinary disciples, independent cultivators, and sect members gathered.
Some were resting. Others were treating wounds. Some sat in silence, staring blankly at bloodstained weapons.
Everyone was talking about today's battle.
The terrifying strength of the Half-Qilin. The appearance of the Saint-Grade Sword in Bai Ren's hand.
And the death of three Great Ascension Realm Demonic Elders by Bai Zihan.
And more.
