"This..."
Feng Qing'an stammered, unsure of how to respond at the moment. He wished to answer Nan Ge's question. He felt no guilt in betraying Dong Huang's whereabouts at this point.
After all, Dong Huang lacked loyalty. Despite knowing Nan Ge had intruded, he only cared for himself, leaving Feng Qing'an behind to face Nan Ge's accusations. All while ignoring his plight, despite his hard efforts.
But the issue was precisely that. He couldn't discern the sovereign's location. Even with the help of the soul contract, it was inconsistent, forward then backward, left then right, like the sovereign was frantically tearing apart space and wandering aimlessly.
"Feng Qing'an, what did you do with my sister?"
Nan Ge approached the disheveled bed and looked at Feng Qing'an lying on it. Awkward whether to stand or sit, he just remained frozen. Her usually soft voice had turned somewhat sharp.
"...
