After the rabbit hole, the world felt like a celestial paradise.
In another dream’s brief interval, an endless plain stretched out, verdant with fresh grass.
A cool breeze blew from afar, stirring waves across the grassy sea.
The members who had barely escaped disaster collapsed onto the ground, staring blankly around them, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, or just dazed.
In such a short night, there had been so many shocks, so many changes.
Whether sorrow or joy, everything was too overwhelming, leaving everyone exhausted and numb—no laughter, no tears.
But having grown used to hardships and wandering, it wasn’t long before someone took the lead to reorganize.
They hurriedly rebuilt the camp while piecing together the wounded.
Yu Shu didn’t pause for a moment, rushing to stitch the shattered bodies.
Infusing spiritual energy, he hurried the healing.
Amid cries of agony and moans, one by one, whole or incomplete bodies were reassembled.
In the rush, there was no time to carefully distinguish parts, and often limbs belonging to others got sewn in awkwardly.
Only after Yu Shu finished could they rearrange things properly.
The place Old Deng had brought them to was indeed good.
Those who scouted the surroundings returned, having found several spring heads.