Chen Ye rushed out of the Cultivation Room,
his elbow accidentally knocked heavily against the door frame, making him inhale sharply from the pain.
But he couldn't be bothered with that,
as he scanned the surroundings.
The old plum tree swayed against the window paper in the wind, rustling loudly.
A cool breeze swept through the empty hall, carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms.
On a normal day, this would be a leisurely afternoon.
"Zhiwei! Qing Jun!"
Chen Ye lifted the neatly folded bedding and then lay down to peer under the bed, unwilling to believe what he saw.
How could two small ones like them disappear just like that!
The charcoal fire in the copper basin was still burning, with half a bowl of meat soup on the table.
Chen Ye reached out to touch it; the meat soup still held some warmth.
"They just disappeared... but normally they're afraid to go out and aren't familiar with anyone nearby."
