The Next Backer

Huge white crabapple flowers bloomed on the mountain every now and then.

Above each crabapple, there were one or two white-clothed, red-clothed and gray-clothed. Their expressions were either sluggish, confused, or intoxicated as they stood, lay on their backs, or lay down on their front, repeating simple and profound rhythmic movements according to the rhythm of the great path.

"Hu hu..."

The wind rustled.

Carrying the unconscious Bazhun'an on his back, Haitang'er leapt from the depths of the mountain to the outer area of the Eighth Palace.

At this junction, without the support of the Nation-Toppling Heavenly Shield's sensing network, the ordinary white-clothed and even Gou Wuyue would probably find it difficult to find any traces of this saint servant duo.

"Ehm."

A groan of pain sounded from his back, and Haitang'er stopped in his tracks.

"You're awake?"