"My lord." A respectful voice rang out from behind.
"How are things?" Huangfu Qingjue's cold voice rang out lowly.
"Miss Ling has already gone to Rejuvenation Valley. Those people are following her." The voice of the person behind Huangfu Qingjue was soft and respectful. He was a little unable to comprehend the matter. Since his lord was so worried about Ling Chuxi and constantly sent for people to bring news of her whereabouts, why was he not lending a hand now when he knew that Ling Chuxi was in danger?
"Is that so…" cackled Huangfu Qingjue as he raised his head slightly to look at the vast night sky.
"My Lord…" said the voice behind him slowly with a hint of worry.
