Su Qinglan continued moving forward while being carried in Han Jue's arms.
Her eyes never stopped searching the surroundings.
She looked to the left. Nothing.
She looked to the right. Still nothing.
No matter how far they walked, there was not a single trace of Shi Feng or Xuan Long. It was as if the two of them had completely vanished from the surface of the earth.
The forest was quiet...
Even though they had already covered quite a long distance, there was still no sign of battle... Nothing at all.
Su Qinglan's heart slowly sank.
Her fingers tightened against Han Jue's arms as anxiety crept up her chest. She shifted uneasily in his arms, unable to calm herself down.
On the other hand, Rong Ye was clearly in a terrible mood.
He kept muttering under his breath as they walked, his voice low and sharp. No one could clearly understand every word he said, but it was obvious that none of it was pleasant.
His expression was dark, his brows tightly furrowed.
