The atmosphere in the underground ritual site became somewhat solemn as everyone pondered what that scene meant; Lilian's sudden disappearance left everyone utterly shocked.
"Where on earth did Lilian go?"
Christine, seated in her wheelchair, furrowed her brows with clenched hands.
"There shouldn't be anything wrong, don't worry," Vanessa said softly from the side.
The Fischer family members in the ritual site awaited anxiously, as if the Spiritual Dragon, which seemed a bit larger than upon its birth, was wailing worriedly for its suddenly missing master.
"Wu wu wu wu..."
The Spiritual Dragon looked at the transparent sacred object bottle and continued wailing, as if it were praying as well.
Unlike others, Darren shook his head without a hint of worry and laughed as he said to the anxious crowd:
"Everyone doesn't need to worry about Lilian. Think about it carefully; would the great Lord of the Lost not protect His most devout follower?"
