Shi Beiyu looked in the direction where Little White had disappeared and was rather stunned.
However, he did not know how long he would have to wait before he could receive any news from Yin Yin.
He was really anxious.
Dongfang jue held onto his wine cup and looked at Shi Beiyu and Leng Jiuchen. “Let’s continue. As for little white, it won’t be long. Young master shi, please be at ease.”
Shi Beiyu smiled and nodded. “Alright.”
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The night was silent.
The Bright Moon in the sky was mostly obscured by the dark clouds, revealing only a tiny bit of light.
In a remote village, it was pitch black because of the late night.
However, in a room in a corner of a farmer’s house, there was a faint glow.
A 12 or 13-year-old girl dressed in black with a ponytail was standing in front of an old desk. She was writing on Yellow Talisman Paper with a red brush.
She had already drawn a lot.
