From the Abyss to the Abbey

Sangsang was right. When they traveled, it was always Ning Que's call. She never commented or objected. In Ning Que's words, it was not because she was stupid. She just did not care about trivial things and would rather leave it to him.

Ning Que kept quiet and stepped ahead of her. Just a few steps had made him breathless and pale.

He had gone through countless rounds of savage torture. The slow slicing and arm breaking had almost drained him. If it was not for Sangsang, he would have died several times. Although he was still alive and no wounds could be seen on his body, the newly grown flesh was not fully integrated with his mind and body. The fall triggered his previous wounds. With every step he took, his spirit shivered and he suffered from tremendous pain.

Sangsang could feel his pain but remained indifferent.