Night had fallen.
Chen Tianqing and Zhou Mengyue leaned against a large tree, asleep.
Next to them, Chen Wanshan and Chen Qinglong sat, vigilantly watching their surroundings.
The campfire had been extinguished; with their military background, they naturally knew a fire could attract wild animals.
"Qinglong, do you think that Xu Ping'an is dead? We've been searching for two days and haven't seen a trace of him," Chen Wanshan said, frowning.
"I don't know. But having taken a punch from me and consumed an Explosive Pill, even if he didn't die, he must be seriously injured. Right now, he could be hiding in some corner healing his injuries," Chen Qinglong said calmly.
Chen Wanshan glanced back at Zhou Mengyue and said, "Do you think she will become the little princess consort?"
"Speak cautiously. This is not something we can discuss," Chen Qinglong immediately said.
