C187 Purgatory Immortal Technique

At the crack of dawn, Zhao Xiaoqi and Mieling were already packed and waiting at the dilapidated entrance of the inn, just as the first light of morning touched the sky.

Yang Tiankong emerged, stretching mightily after a deep sleep that had lasted from the previous afternoon until moments ago.

"How are you feeling?" Zhao Xiaoqi asked, a smile on his face.

"Never better," Yang Tiankong replied