The three of them galloped wildly. After about twenty minutes, they saw the Uyastsan Mountain Range shrouded in the night.
In the distance, they spotted the beam of a flashlight.
They quickly approached. It was Zhang Qifeng.
Liao Lei and another villager had gone to search the nearby area.
Before the horses could come to a complete stop, an anxious Lakshen had already leaped off, stumbling as his feet hit the ground. He immediately rushed up to Zhang Qifeng to ask about the situation.
When they arrived, Zhang Qifeng was shining his flashlight on the gravelly ground, searching for clues.
"We still haven't found Doniya."
Zhang Qifeng's words made Shen Xin sigh in relief.
Just like with Tianxiong, as long as no body was found, there was hope.
Zhang Qifeng led the three of them deeper in. "Lakshen," he said as they walked, "there were people here. More than one."
Shen Xin scanned his surroundings.
