The crescent moon hangs high in the night sky, as moonlight flowed down like water.
Shang Xin Ci stood on a boulder and gazed far away, her face filled with worry: "Why has Brother Hei Tu still not returned?"
"Did something happen?" Xiao Die added.
"How could anything happen to him, don't worry." Bai Ning Bing leaned on a withered tree, wondering what Fang Yuan was up to again.
Minutes and minutes passed, as Shang Xin Ci's brows furrowed while her worry kept increasing.
Bai Ning Bing also started feeling something amiss, almost eight minutes had passed, did something really happen to Fang Yuan?
She didn't care about Fang Yuan's death, what she cared about was the Yang Gu on Fang Yuan.
