Chen Ye felt a boom in his head.
Earlier in the day, Qing Jun was eagerly watching him leave.
She kept muttering about wanting to eat various pastries.
How suddenly has she disappeared?
"Qing Jun, gone?"
Zhiwei's face turned pale, and she nodded vigorously, tears welling up at the corners of her eyes, her voice thick with a nasal tone:
"Yes... It was noisy outside just now. Granny Li told us to stay inside and not go out, but... when I turned around, Qing Jun was gone!"
The eldest disciple tried hard to restrain her emotions, calmly recounting the events clearly.
Chen Ye forced himself to calm down.
He was the head of the family; if he appeared panicked, who knows how worried Zhiwei would be.
"When did she disappear?"
Zhiwei sniffed and tried hard to recall: "At that time, Master had already returned, and there were magic sounds outside."
Chen Ye's heart sank suddenly.
