The light of dawn dispelled the darkness. Three people on two horses entered the forest by the stream of water to rest and eat. This river continued from the White Hun Tribe and it would sometimes become an underground river in the mountains, and sometimes bubble out from underground, becoming a little river again. Only Dayetia and Szlamy knew where it led and they could follow its flow through this mountainous area. 

The two horses’ reins were tied to some branches while the three of them ate. Even a body of steel wouldn’t be able to hang on without rest after a whole night of fleeing, especially Xia Lei. He had gone through a life-and-death battle and used up a whole lot more energy than Dayetia and Szlamy. He urgently needed time to rest and recuperate. 

Xia Lei’s clothing was full of holes torn by flying rock shards. The fabric was also covered with dark bloodstains. His face was dirty and bloody, his hair a mess. He looked like a warrior who had just returned from the frontlines - battered, but with a wild, valiant...