Under Gu Qingqing's gaze, Nan Hua used their sect's unique method to send messages to others. After trying one by one, he found he couldn't send any. He finally couldn't help but frown, putting away his usual smile.
[Senior Brother, what's wrong?] Gu Qingqing looked at Nan Hua and asked using hand gestures.
"Nothing." Nan Hua shook his head, not wanting to worry Gu Qingqing.
Gu Qingqing tilted his head to glance at Nan Hua, his hands behind his head moved a bit, but he didn't reach out, instead, he turned to look around.
It seemed like one couldn't feel the passage of time in the Mist Forest. At least, Gu Qingqing had now completely ignored the passage of time. Moreover, after staying in such an oppressive environment for a long time, even people's moods became oppressive.
Nan Hua, after Gu Qingqing turned his head, slightly frowned and looked at the surrounding white mist, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
