Watching their figures gradually disappear into the chaotic woods, Tang Jue remained in place, but his eyes were already vacant, as if his spirit had long flown away with them.
Yan Zihua subconsciously glanced at him. Although he hadn't interacted much with Tang Jue, he'd had enough encounters to know that this man, though outwardly cold as ice, seemed to have molten lava sealed within. At this moment, he must be the one most anxious to rush off to search...
However, he could only stay here, sitting idly and waiting for news.
Time ticked away, and now night had completely fallen. The air in the outskirts was fresh, and above, stars began to twinkle faintly.
Seeing that those five had been gone for an hour now, even someone as composed as Tang Jue was starting to show signs of impatience.
Just then, Yan Zihua's phone rang beside him. It was Ou Mingxuan calling.
"Deputy Yan, can you pass the phone to Tang Jue..." Ou Mingxuan's breathless voice came from the other end of the line.
