Su Xiaoxiao could feel that Wei Ting was in an extremely good mood. He looked cold and domineering on the surface, but the smugness he inadvertently revealed was like Xiaohu who had eaten pork balls.
Wei Ting held Su Xiaoxiao's hand and left the cave.
The two of them saw Xiao Duye and his guards who had been found by Jing Yi. They wouldn't have known if they hadn't seen them. They were shocked. It had only been a day and a night since they last saw each other, but Xiao Duye looked as if his Yang qi had been sucked dry by a female ghost. His face was pale, and his eyes were sunken. His face was haggard.
Su Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "Your Highness Liang, did you encounter a ghost?"
Xiao Duye glared at Su Xiaoxiao. He was wrapped in thick leather and was almost unable to speak.
