When Gu Chaoyan finally arrived, she was visibly out of breath, and her expression carried a tinge of sorrow.
She had been confident in her ability to reclaim the Undead Race, but her disheveled appearance now led her to self-reproach. Her Junior Sister had always exhibited composure, whether it was within illusion or in Xuhai City. The effort she must have put into catching up with the Undead Race was undoubtedly immense.
"Junior Sister, are you okay?" inquired the Fist Sect's senior disciple, concern etched in his voice.
"I'm fine. It's just unfortunate that the Undead Race managed to escape," Gu Chaoyan responded, her guilt evident as though she regretted her inability to apprehend the target.
