In a luxurious manor, the lights were brightly lit.
Many figures walked hurriedly. Suddenly, someone said, "Miss is seriously injured and has already left. Everyone, don't be busy."
The surroundings instantly fell silent, and then the figures began to whisper.
"What a pity. Miss is a proud daughter of heaven. The heavens are really jealous of geniuses."
"Sigh, Miss has fallen into a beast tide and it's difficult for her to hold on alone. If not for the Patriarch letting the missiles open the way to support her, she might not even have a complete corpse."
"Those beasts are really too crazy. Not to mention Miss, even those kings have to retreat when they encounter them."
"The family head will definitely be heartbroken. Let's not talk nonsense. It will be bad if the family head vents his anger on us."
The whispers lasted for a moment before they quickly quietened down.
