The withered city of Pyongyang lay under dusk, the barren earth stained blood-red by the dying light. In that desolate silence, it was hard to believe this world still held even a sliver of life.
Mo Li spat the small black anti-fainting pill out of his mouth.
Judging by how dry his throat was, he’d been unconscious for at least two hours. Turned out that spatial turbulence–induced blackout was not something a tiny low-grade alchemical pill could fix.
The moment his mind cleared, Mo Li snapped to alertness.
He drew Hanxi with one hand, and in the other he...
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