The Lemnian Hollow was eerily silent. There was scarcely a trace of Miasma left in the air... after all, the aftershocks of last week's near-disaster had all but receded further into the depths. There were still injuries, but luckily, most of the injured had already been safely returned to Yunkui Summit. All... except for Ye Shiyuan.

He lay on the ground, back against a stone half-wall and tail curled in his lap, half-conscious and concerningly pale. His lips moved as if he were trying to speak, but no sound came out. Clearly, he was in a bad state.