C227 Meng Fann Recovered from His Injuries

The voice of Gu Xin'ao resounded across the heavens. Watching the direction in which Gu Xin'ao had vanished, Meng Fann's smile spread as he murmured, "Farewell, my friend—may the wind be at your back."

His voice was barely audible. Gu Xin'ao, now just a dot against the vast expanse of sky, was beyond the reach of his words. Ling Daiyou, having adjusted her clothes