However, Wang Xuefeng acted as if he hadn't heard, flapped his wings a few times, and disappeared into the still-smoking dust.

"Xiao He..."

"Where are you……"

Having lost his place in the team, he could only rely on the Heart Ring to find it.

Jia Bo knelt blankly on the edge of the cliff. He didn't understand why Wang Xuefeng wanted to go down, nor did he understand why Xiao He, who always accompanied him, hadn't come over yet.

In a pitch-black world, Wang Xuefeng groped around among the loose soil with his hands.

I don't know how much time has passed.

He touched a familiar ring with a small heart on it.

...

As Jabo gazed at the setting sun, which was about to sink, the Selbo stood nearby, and he chose not to leave.

It wasn't until the evening of the third day that a disheveled figure slowly climbed up from the bottom of the cliff.

"Xuefeng?" Jia Bo was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward to lend a hand.

"Xuefeng, what exactly are you looking for?"

"Say something! I can help you find it!"

However, no matter how Jia Bo tried to persuade him, he remained silent, lying face down on the ground.

Only his fists stained with blood and mud and his trembling shoulders betrayed his turbulent inner state.

"Xuefeng, what exactly happened?" Jia Bo finally realized that something was very wrong.

"..."

Wang Xuefeng seemed to be breathing only through his mouth, so his breathing was extremely unstable and he was unable to answer him.

"It's not safe here. I'll take you back to the airship first, and you can get some rest..."

After saying that, Jia Bo tried to pick him up, but found that he had no strength to resist. He was puzzled and worried at the same time.

"It's just getting dark. Lie in bed for a while, and then... shall we set off back now?"

After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Jia Bo could only assume that he had tacitly agreed.