With their tasks divided, the three of them could see the resolve to rescue Xin Huohuo in each other's eyes.
"It's a shame," Bai Qi finally sighed. "We can only work at night. Xiaoxue still has her job during the day, so we're just wasting half our time."
The other two were silent.
They all knew that despite having a feasible plan, the work ahead was a slow, painstaking process. They had to investigate bit by bit, interrogate bit by bit, and piece together information bit by bit. All of that required time. But did Xin Huohuo have time? Would the thing that kidnapped her give her any? Could she hold on?
If Xin Huohuo knew what they were thinking at this moment, she would have declared with conviction, "I can hold on!"
It was true that she was a total scrub, but that was only because she was a mortal. She had been forcibly dragged into a Mystical World—the kind she'd only ever seen in novels and movies, a world her body and spirit couldn't quickly adapt to.
