"Where has Xie Zhen gone these past few days?"
Deng Baiyi sat by the window, propping her chin on her hands, gazing out at the bustling alley outside, lost in thought.
Since the night they set up the formation to exorcize demons on Little Desolate Mountain, Xie Zhen had "disappeared into thin air," merely cautioning everyone in the Deng residence against going out unless necessary.
He was always like this.
Mysterious and unfathomable.
If it weren't for that foolish young girl who was still left here, Deng Baiyi might even think he had already left Lichao City.
However, Xie Zhen did show some "conscience"; before he left that night, he left her some array patterns chanting formulas.
