Shen Yanhe woke up five minutes ago.
When she woke, she found herself in an unfamiliar place and knew that she had probably been taken away by that young man from the immortal organization.
But she didn't know if the place he brought her to was the immortal organization's lair.
Had Fu Yanhe, who was still at the banquet, noticed her disappearance?
The effects of the drug had not yet completely worn off, leaving her limbs weak and her body feeling limp.
As she calculated how to escape, the door was opened.
The person who opened it was her father, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Shen Zhong.
Shen Yanhe's eyes flickered subtly.
If Shen Zhong was here, then... was this place the immortal organization's lair?
Shen Zhong saw the cold indifference laced with a trace of wariness in Shen Yanhe's eyes, and bitterness swelled in his throat.
He said nothing, closed the door behind him, and silently brought the medicine over to her, placing it down.
