When Qin Liuxi returned to the Qishan Array, it was already past noon, and there were only two more hours before sunset, but the people searching for the Hundred Blessings Cloth had not yet returned.
Xue Bozhen had not slept all night and was now sitting by his daughter's bedside. His face was pale, his expression was worried, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He didn't dare close his eyes, fearing that if he did, his daughter would leave them.
Now, with the people looking for the Hundred Blessings Cloth taking so long to return, his heart was sinking with every moment, unable to stop his mind from running wild with thoughts like, "If we can't collect enough, is there no hope for her?"
Seeing Qin Liuxi return, Xue Bozhen stumbled forward like a drowning man clutching at a piece of driftwood.
Qin Liuxi frowned and said, "Sir, you should rest for a while."
