On the Pamir Plateau, several small starships touched down, transporting away all the bodies and clearing the debris left behind by Old Chen’s rampage. Mo Hai, Xia Qing, and Chen Kai were no exceptions. Their lifeless forms rested on cold stretchers, draped with long white cloths.0

Wang Xuan took a moment, reflecting on the fragility of life. The sight was a harsh reminder that even the mightiest could fall. He knew he was still leagues away from their prowess. 0

"Wang Xuan," Wu Chenglin interjected, "Lost in thought? Don't forget, you're the one who took down one of those Grandmasters."1

Wang Xuan shot him a look, feeling that Wu Chenglin was purposely poking at him. He had hoped to keep that particular accomplishment low-key. Soon, mid-sized starships touched down, focusing on rescuing the wounded. Inside, the state-of-the-art medical equipment buzzed to life, operated by a team of expert medics.0

Those critically injured were rapidly escorted away, while the ones with minor injuries received immediate on-site care. It did not take long before everyone was tended to. Wang Xuan, seeing an opportunity, nudged Qing Mu for some assistance. Feigning a grave injury, he spoke of his ruptured heart and lungs.0

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