Han Zhan returned to his residence from Wofeng Palace, and it was already nearing evening.
The eerie shadows went from initially headache-inducing to now gradually numbing.
With the improvement of Sword Dao Cultivation, for Han Zhan, it felt more like clocking in at work, endlessly repetitive, and utterly joyless.
"I'm back."
Han Zhan pushed open the door and greeted Nuannuan.
Over these days of living together, he had gradually grown accustomed to having this little girl, preparing six soups and one dish every night, waiting at home.
Just not knowing how long this eerie shadow would persist.
When he walked into the house, it was empty inside.
No one was there.
"Nuannuan?" Han Zhan realized something was amiss and raised his voice to call out.
Still, no one answered.
Where did Nuannuan go?
It's already nearing evening; the eerie shadows could appear any moment, and Nuannuan is just an unawakened juvenile, she wouldn't choose to leave at this time.
Did someone target her?
