Yan Xuan pushed away by Qian Cangyi, staring at the scene before him, Yan Wen grabbed Qian Cangyi's sleeve.
"What are you doing!" Yan Wen was furious.
At this moment, Little Drilling Wind showed up. His condition was somewhat better than Yan Xuan's, but he was still panting heavily. Rain mixed with sweat dripped down his cheeks, splattering onto the ground, merging with the countless raindrops.
"Listen to him, let's go, to the Fengxia River! " Yan Xuan sat up.
Yan Wen was hesitant but ultimately let go of his grip.
The instant he released his hand, a pale-blue hand suddenly grasped his.
The icy sensation shot through his heart, making Yan Wen shiver. He looked up to see a finely sculpted face between himself and Chang Shuo, a face he found tremendously familiar yet unrecognizable.
Who could it be? It seemed he had seen this face in his childhood…
Yan Wen pondered.
Simultaneously, he felt thirsty. Despite being amidst the rain, he was parched.
