Under the deep and silent night, the tranquil world seemed unbearably oppressive.
Zhao Yong and his men wandered every part of the mountain, splitting up as if searching key points of the mountain.
They all shouted in unison, something like, "Brother Chuan Er, where are you? Come out!..."
The entire mountain echoed with this prolonged sound, making it eerily unsettling.
If someone didn't know better, they might think they were summoning a spirit.
Moreover, they didn't just shout once or twice and give up; they kept shouting for half an hour without stopping.
Strangely enough, no one actually went to look for Chuan Er, they just kept calling out, as if he would eventually hear…
"Brother Tong, what should we do next?"
Zhao Yong had been shouting for a long time, his throat dry, and hadn't even had a sip of water, but he dared not waste time and immediately came to ask about the plan of action.
"Devil King, did he leave?"
