The carriage procession slowly followed behind.
The shadow of the Western Xia Mission grew smaller and smaller.
By the time the three sloppy ghosts who ran out of Bai Fang Pavilion finally caught up.
The Western Xia Mission was nowhere to be seen.
The three of them stared at each other, unable to say a word.
"They've... left already?" Monster looked shocked.
Rat retorted with annoyance.
"Of course they've left, were they supposed to wait for us?!"
"It's all my fault, I drank too much last night!"
Beside him, Tiger also muttered with his head down.
"I'm to blame, I shouldn't have lost control!"
"I drank too much, too!" Rat lowered his head.
"If we had known, we wouldn't have drunk!" Monster regretted.
"If we had known? How could we have known?!"
"Now we didn't even get to see Brother Ye one last time!"
Rat felt quite upset inside.
The other two had nothing to argue with, so they all hung their heads.
"What's wrong with you all?" Suddenly, someone came over and asked.
