Chapter 283 Epilogue (Part 2)

Outside the door, Zhang Lanye, Xuan Gou Chen and others, who had been holding their breath and waiting anxiously, suddenly looked up.

When they saw Feng Yangxi coming out holding the unconscious and pale Feng Tianning, everyone's heart sank to the bottom.

"Tian Ning!" Fu Ruxuan screamed and was about to rush forward.

Feng Yangxi raised her hand slightly, and a gentle but irresistible force stopped her movement.

His face was also pale, his breath was weak, and his dark black robe was stained with dark gold blood and dust, but his eyes were as calm as a deep pool, carrying a kind of fatigue after going through countless calamities and unquestionable majesty.

"She needs to rest."

Feng Yangxi's voice was low and hoarse, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

"My origin is damaged, and my soul is shaken. Now that I have finished my business here, I will go back first."

His eyes swept over everyone. Zhang Lan also pursed his lips, his eyes full of worry and questioning, but in the end he just nodded heavily.

Pei Duyan adjusted his glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were equally solemn.

Fu Ruxuan's eyes were red, and she forced herself not to move forward, but just stared at Feng Tianning's pale face.

Feng Yangxi said no more, hugged Feng Tianning, and took the lead.

The figure seemed to be moving slowly, but with one step, he was already several feet away, shrinking the distance to an inch.

Everyone dared not delay and immediately followed. Although the journey here might have been bumpy, the return journey was remarkably smooth under the protection of Fuxi's remaining divine power.

The space seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible force, and the surrounding scenery rapidly retreated and blurred, eventually returning to a stable and familiar urban flow.

When their feet once again stepped onto the cement floor in front of the Special Case Team office building and they felt the air belonging to the human world mixed with car exhaust and the slightly warm early summer night breeze, everyone felt as if they were in another world and it was unreal.

Above his head was the familiar night sky, illuminated by the city lights and turned dark red, instead of the dead dome of the temple ruins.

The lights of the special case team are still on, like a beacon in the darkness.

Feng Yangxi held Feng Tianning in her arms and walked straight towards her independent lounge.

Everyone followed behind in silence, the atmosphere heavy.

He laid her gently on the single bed covered with plain sheets, his movements as gentle as if she were handling fragile porcelain.

He pulled the thin blanket over her chest carefully.

After doing all this, he sat down on the chair beside the bed, his back straight, his eyes fixed calmly on her sleeping face.

Zhang Lanye, Xuan Gou Chen, Qin Guan and others gathered at the door, looking inside.

No one spoke, only the extremely slight, regular "tick-tick" sound emitted by the instrument after it was connected, showing Feng Tianning's weak but stable vital signs.

"Tianning she..." Fu Ruxuan spoke softly, her voice choked with sobs.

"She has suffered great losses." Zhang Lan also whispered, his eyes falling on Fuxi's pale, tired but still straight back.

"All we can do is guard this place and not let anything disturb them."

Time trickled slowly outside the small break room of the Special Case Team. The hustle and bustle of the city was shut out from the window, and the only sound in the corridor was the deliberately subdued breathing of the crowd.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Feng Tianning has been sleeping.

Feng Yangxi also seemed to have turned into a guardian stone statue beside her bed. Except for occasionally raising his hand, a tiny bit of imperceptible light condensed on his fingertips, gently brushing across her eyebrows, guiding the fused origin to continue repairing the cracks in her divinity, he maintained the same posture the rest of the time.

His face was still pale, but the feeling of weakness from overdraft seemed to be fading very slowly, like a dried-up spring gathering a ripple again.

The daily work of the special case team has not stopped.

The backlog of cases needs to be dealt with, and some minor supernatural fluctuations need to be investigated.

Xuan Gou Chen became the temporary backbone and assigned the tasks in an orderly manner.

Qin Guan and Fu Ruxuan took turns guarding outside the lounge to ensure that everything was safe.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to disturb anyone inside, but every time they passed by the closed door, their eyes were filled with deep concern and expectation.

The world seems to have truly returned to peace.

There are no new shocking cases, no threats from ancient times.

The news reports on the daily life of the people, and the streets are bustling with people, busy with their lives.

The shadow of the world's collapse that once shrouded everyone's hearts seemed to have dissipated along with the silence of the temple ruins.

Only the members of the special case team know that this hard-earned peace was purchased at an unimaginable price by the person sleeping inside and the people who protect her.

It was dusk again. The golden glow of the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the blinds, casting a few warm strips of light on the lounge floor.

Feng Yangxi closed his eyes and concentrated. A faint but pure power was passing through his fingertips, continuously nourishing Feng Tianning's soul.

Suddenly, he felt a slight difference with his fingertips covering her brow.

That was not a sign of awakening. She was still asleep.

But as he guided the flow of divine power, a faint, almost imperceptible response from her own will, like an extremely tiny bubble rising from the deep sea, gently touched the power he continued to input.

The touch was extremely brief and fleeting, with a hazy, unconscious attachment, as if a lost child instinctively grasped the only warmth he could perceive around him in the darkness.

Feng Yangxi placed his fingertips on her forehead and paused for a barely perceptible fraction of a second.

His eyes, which had been silent for several days, slowly opened, and his deep gaze fell on her sleeping face, which was still pale but seemed a little softer.

Outside the window, the city’s neon lights light up one after another, and the sound of traffic merges into a distant, peaceful background sound.

Outside the lounge, Director Cai was holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee and looking inside with a worried look on his face.

Feng Yangxi's back was still as solid as a rock, and Feng Tianning lay quietly.

He sighed softly and was about to turn around when he saw Feng Yangxi seemed to move.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes seeming to penetrate the door and fall on him.

Director Cai's heart skipped a beat.

Then, a calm voice sounded directly in his mind. It was Feng Yangxi's telepathic message:

"Get some warm water."

Director Cai was stunned for a moment, and then rushed to the tea room almost using his hands and feet.

In the lounge, Fu Feng Yangxi withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng Tianning's face again.

He slowly raised his hand that had been covering her brow. It paused in the air for a moment, then, with an almost deliberate slowness and gentleness, it landed on the back of her hand that was at her side.

There was a trace of residual warmth in his palm, which gently covered her cold fingers.

Outside the window, the city lights streamed quietly. Inside the Special Case Team building, the clacking of keyboards, the murmur of discussion, the sound of running water in the tea room... these ordinary sounds formed the most peaceful background of the moment.

Feng Tianning was still sleeping, his breathing weak and steady.

Feng Yangxi sat beside her, holding her hand, and looked calmly at the peaceful night outside the window lit by lights.