Hao Lian Wushuang sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a cultivation pill and put it in her mouth, beginning to slowly adjust her breathing.
After more than ten minutes passed, Hao Lian Wushuang opened her eyes helplessly. The healing elixirs she carried had little effect, only slightly easing some pain, and didn't significantly help her injuries.
"Ji Jian's been gone for so long and hasn't come back yet?" A trace of doubt flashed in Hao Lian Wushuang's eyes; logically speaking, Ji Jian should already have returned.
"Could it be..." An ominous premonition arose in Hao Lian Wushuang's heart.
She thought for a while, then braced her aching body and hid to the side.
In less than five minutes, two angels appeared at the spot where Hao Lian Wushuang had been, and hiding nearby, Hao Lian Wushuang widened her eyes and covered her mouth.
"Huh? That shadow appeared here just now, how did it suddenly disappear?" one angel said with a frown: "Strange, could this be a trap?"
