C181 Chapter 181

The man crouched down, lifted Tang Yao’s chin, and studied her face. She hadn’t passed out—she was just too weak to move, her eyes half-open.

Suddenly, he scooped her up and set her inside the carriage.

“Go.”

The plain-looking carriage rumbled forward again.

Three months later.

On a mist-wreathed mountaintop, Tang Yao finished running her energy through six small cycles