The plane slowly descended upon Xiangjiang International Airport.
As an international metropolis, although it had been caught up to by cities from the mainland in recent years, its heritage and momentum remained.
Once the plane landed, An Yan grew somewhat anxious and said, "Such a vast Xiangjiang, where do we even start looking?"
Xue An smiled, "First, give me your hand!"
An Yan obediently handed over her hand, and Xue An, grasping An Yan's hand, closed his eyes.
He intended to use the bloodline connection between An Yan and An Qing to search.
This was also the most convenient method of searching.
Yet, a moment later, Xue An opened his eyes and slightly furrowed his brows.
"How is it?"
"Didn't find her!"
An Yan couldn't hide her disappointment.
Xue An smiled, "Don't worry, although we didn't find her, through the power of your bloodline, I could still sense An Qing's presence. This means she is still alive, and living well at that!"
