The place where she fell from the transportal must be that Holy City.
She wasn't sure if she could find the exact spot where she fell, but she thought she would go there first and then find a way to see if she could get home.
Sitting in the car, Jun Moyan, who was already wavering between the possibilities of Wen Xiao'ai being Xiaoguai or a spy sent by the Baiming Sect, was surprised when she mentioned going to the Holy City.
The Holy City—to find Ais?
There definitely was a problem.
"The Holy City?" The driver was taken aback, asking with some uncertainty, "Are you sure you want to go to the Holy City? It's about a six or seven-hour drive."
Upon hearing the driver's words, Wen Xiao'ai knew for sure that she remembered the place correctly—it was indeed called by that name.
"Yes, I'm sure," Wen Xiao'ai nodded.
The driver sized up Wen Xiao'ai from head to toe, wondering to himself if she was from the Holy City, coming to Capital City for school.
