"Where did Yan'Er go?"
Sun Zhe felt a pang of urgency and hastily flew toward the tree hollow.
...
...
"It's already been half a month, I wonder how much longer for the Pavilion Master."
Inside the tree hollow.
Han Xinyue sat on the ground, haggard-looking, hugging her knees, her long hair disheveled, face smeared with dirt and blood, appearing very wretched.
Lin Shuqing gazed at the night sky outside the tree hollow with determined eyes and said, "No matter how long it takes, I will keep waiting. I believe he will definitely come back."
Jiang Yushu's eyes welled up with tears as she said shakily, "If he comes back to find out that Sister Yan was..."
"Shh—!"
Right at that moment, Chen Ruoyi, who was guarding the entrance of the tree hollow, suddenly gestured for the three women to be silent.
She quickly grabbed a bundle of thorny vines beside her and blocked the entrance to the tree hollow.
