Unknowingly, more than three hours passed quickly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the sun that had been hanging on the horizon had slipped below, leaving the earth swallowed by dimness.
Lin Tong and the other women were still waiting on Changlong Mountain, but their mood was no longer as light as when they first arrived; there was now a touch more anxiety and worry!
After such a long time, there was no news from Ye Xuan, and even Wei Xiaosu's search team was nowhere to be seen! Since they left, no message had come through, as if they had been swallowed by the mountain; how could this not make people anxious?
Among the crowd, only the scruffy old man remained as calm as ever, leisurely leaning against a tree, eyes closed, humming a tune, occasionally taking a sip from his wine gourd, as if he wasn't at all worried that Ye Xuan would meet with an accident.
