"Xuanji! Xuanji! Where are you?!"
Linglong shouted the loudest, her voice tinged with sobs and quavering, as if she might pass out at any moment. Hearing her calling like that, Xuanji couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, although she was unharmed. It sounded like she was calling for a lost soul...
"I... I'm right here." She hurried over and waved to the two anxiously searching people.
"How are you?!" Zhong Minyan lunged forward, grabbing her shoulders with one swift move, inspecting her from head to toe. Her clothes were torn in several places and marked with lines of blood, but fortunately, none of the injuries were serious. After ascertaining this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly realized his demeanor wasn't appropriate, hastily letting go and regretting his impetuosity.
Linglong, ever the impulsive one, flung herself at Xuanji and clung on, crying a river, babbling like an old granny.
