Zhu Ziyang walked out the door. Tang Ya, Xue Weiwei, and Jing Ziyan were speaking to Jiang Nannan with furious expressions, while Beibei, Xu Sanshi, He Caitou, and Ji Juechen crouched in a row with worried faces. Only Wang Dong'er was alone, leaning desolately against a tree trunk and secretly grieving, no one knowing what she was thinking.
When everyone saw Zhu Ziyang come out, they gathered around him. Concern filled their faces, especially Wang Dong'er's. She asked, "Senior Brother, how is Xiao Xiao? Is she really beyond saving?"
"Hard to say!" Zhu Ziyang gave Wang Dong'er a deep look. He wasn't sure what role she had played in this matter, so instead of speaking plainly, he gave her an ambiguous answer.
Upon hearing Zhu Ziyang's answer, Wang Dong'er immediately became distraught. The others looked heartbroken, with a hint of strangeness mixed in. Tang Ya glanced at Wang Dong'er, her expression shifting slightly. "Everyone, let's leave here for now. We've all been tense for a day or two and need to rest. As for Xiao Xiao, Yuhao is here!"
"That's right!" Beibei immediately chimed in. "Everyone should go back and sleep. Who knows? Once we wake up, we might hear some good news."
The Tang Sect members didn't understand what Tang Ya and Beibei were planning, but they were indeed exhausted. What they had experienced over the past two days was enough to match everything they had gone through in more than a decade, and they needed time to recover. Thus, Xu Sanshi and Xue Weiwei, Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan, and He Caitou left one after another. Only Wang Dong'er remained rooted to the spot, staring blankly in the direction of the wooden house.
Seeing this, Tang Ya walked over to Wang Dong'er, took her hand, and said, "Dong'er,