Half a month later.
In the territory of the Yan Kingdom, on a wide and flat official road, two carriages were slowly moving forward.
The autumn wind swept by, lifting a few fallen leaves.
Unlike the recent alarmed state of the Qi Kingdom, the deep autumn in the Yan Kingdom was tranquil and vast, with few demon cultivators of questionable character along the way.
"Senior Sister..."
Qing Jun lay by the window, staring blankly outside. She put down the curtain, turned around with some worry,
"We've returned to the Yan Kingdom. But, is Master really okay? It's been more than half a month, and Master hasn't shown up at all."
Sitting opposite her, Zhiwei furrowed her brows slightly, lightly touching her Gourd Sword.
As the Elder Sister, she had to stabilize the situation.
Even if deeply worried about her master, she couldn't let it show.
She glanced at Jin'er, who was also worried, and comforted,
