After tending to the courtyard fields, livestock, and workshop, he glanced at the communication interface. His eldest disciple, Wan Mingchuan, used to report his well-being even when busy or tired. Ever since entering the Time Pavilion, he has been untraceable.
"Huh? Strange, why hasn't Miss Qi replied yet? It's been quite a while." Sweeping his gaze over the message history, Jiang Yuan opened the dialogue box, the last message dating back over a month ago when he asked if she had information about seals in the Ghost Realm.
No reply came, perhaps she hasn't seen it, or is busy and forgot to reply?
He decided to ask again, carefully choosing his words and sent another message.
After a few minutes, still no response.
Could something have happened? The thought flickered through his mind, then was quickly dismissed.
