Just when Wufu settled in Wozi Village, far away at the North Mountain Camp, Ah Jiu looked solemnly at the officers and subordinates seated before him.
Continuous, relentless travel had caused his face to thin considerably, his eyes fiercer and colder, casting a frigid gleam as his gaze swept across.
"...No news at all?" Ah Jiu's handsome face was icy.
Eight days had passed, and she had been missing for eight days. Groups had been sent out one after another to search, yet there was no news.
The people seated bowed their heads one after another.
Ah Jiu felt a sweetness in his throat, and he forcefully pinched his side to swallow down the sweetness with effort.
"Where's Han Feng?" He looked towards one of the officers on the lower right.
"Still no news."
Bang!
Ah Jiu slammed the table hard, causing a crack to appear on the wooden table; everyone knelt down in unison.
