The weather had already turned cool in the deep autumn, but Qiao Zhen's back was completely soaked.
Yu Minglang's side didn't say anything but sent them a signal to retreat, which made the trained people guess that there might be indescribable trouble inside.
He stood outside like a wooden figure, nervously watching in the direction of Yu Minglang, not daring to breathe loudly, fearing that in a moment of distraction, he'd hear something bad from the front. He was even more afraid that in the blink of an eye, he would lose his most respected partner. Their bond had long surpassed typical friendship, forged through multiple life-and-death experiences.
Everyone else shared a similar sentiment.
Only one person had a different emotion, and that was Liu Miao.
She always felt that her education was higher than Qian's, given she was in research; thus, she was a bit resentful that such events allowed Qian to steal the spotlight.
