At the edge of the Spiritual Abyss.
With a figure full of grace and elegance, Mo Zhizhi stood quietly here, her gaze, autumnal as the falling leaves, fixed intently on the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss, her face etched with worry.
In front of her, there was also a small silver-gray mouse shadow.
"Mrs. Mo, you can rest assured. From what I know of Lu Qingshan, he will definitely bring your husband and child out of the Spiritual Abyss," the Western Mouse King promised confidently, thumping his chest as he assured Mo Zhizhi.
Mo Zhizhi did not trouble the Western Mouse King but simply said softly, "I just want to wait for them here, so the moment they come out, I can see them at first glance."
The Western Mouse King felt somewhat helpless.
After Lu Qingshan entered the Spiritual Abyss, two days had passed, yet there was still no sign of any activity.
