Looking at the young face in the photo, pain flashed across Xia Wanyuan's eyes.
Ever since Emperor Xia Yuan's tombs appeared, Xia Wanyuan had become more and more convinced that her arrival in the modern world must have something to do with Emperor Xia Yuan.
Thinking that Emperor Xia Yuan might suffer somewhere she did not know, Xia Wanyuan could not help but worry.
At this moment, in a farmer's house in Continent F, Qiao Xu, who was disguised as a farmer and carrying a big hoe, entered the farmer's house in a flash after observing that there were no people following him.
"Doctor Qiao." A middle-aged man nodded at Qiao Xu.
"How's he doing?"
"He's still the same." The middle-aged man led Qiao Xu in. "Watch here. I'll go out and guard the area."
"Okay."
Qiao Xu walked into the basement. On the wooden bed inside lay Xia Wei.
