The cavern was a world unto itself, sealed off from the howling winds and the frustrated roars of the Frost-Maw Devourers. The air within was pristine, vibrating with a pure, cool spiritual energy that seemed to cleanse the very soul with each breath.
A profound silence descended upon the seven cultivators, the aftermath of the chaotic battle settling like a shroud. Lin Jing, Wu Qian, and Bai Mei, the three inner sect disciples, leaned against the icy walls, panting, their faces pale with exhaustion and tinged with the relief of survival. They immediately produced pellets from their pouches and began to meditate, trying to recover their depleted Qi and mend their minor wounds.
Yue Lingshan and Liu Ruyan stood near Wang Jian, their gazes a mixture of awe and questioning as they looked at the man who had so decisively turned the tables.
But all eyes were inevitably drawn to the center of the vast cavern.
