"What if that person's strength is overwhelming? Strong enough that Xuan'er can't possibly resist." Mu Qianyue pondered.
Bing Yan also furrowed his brows in thought, as if there was some truth to that.
"Could it be the Third Princess? No, the Third Princess doesn't have that strength, nor do the people around her. No one knows this better than I do."
Upon hearing this, Mu Qianyue's expression turned even more serious. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her, and she asked, "Bing Yan, what kind of power does King Wuya possess? Do you know?"
"Master, are you suspecting that His Majesty kidnapped Xuan'er? That's impossible! He has no need for it, nor any motive."
"I don't know his motive, but aside from King Wuya, I can't think of anyone else." Mu Qianyue recalled that day when she first met King Wuya in the Demon Palace; his gaze was peculiar, filled with nostalgia and joy.
That nostalgic gaze is surely the look one gives to a dear friend after a long separation.
