Lan Yu

Cross-district travel would take more than an hour and a half.

Chang Nian was highly skilled behind the wheel, controlling the speed with precision and often choosing the most suitable routes to avoid red lights and traffic.

In the stifling atmosphere inside the car, no one spoke.

Only soothing instrumental music played automatically through the car speakers, trying to calm the occupants' emotions.

But judging by the increasingly rapid speed, it was not doing much.

Chang Nian gripped the steering wheel, staring grimly at the car ahead before suddenly accelerating past it.

Then she stuck her hand out the window, raised her middle finger, and cursed.

Ji Li rested his head against the glass, watching the snowy scenery flash past outside. Then he suddenly asked:

"How is Tong Guan doing?"

Ever since Li Guanqi and the others had carried out that rescue, he had not inquired about Tong Guan again.

But judging from Chang Nian's current behavior, she seemed to have come up with a way to solve the problem.

Chang Nian held the steering wheel with one hand and said with utter certainty:

"As long as I can obtain a soul-type Sin Object, I can save him."

Whenever Ji Li saw Tong Guan, two bloody human heads involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

He closed his eyes, concealing his emotions, and softly asked:

"How has Tong Guan lived all these years?"

Chang Nian shot Ji Li a somewhat surprised glance, causing the car to wobble slightly and nearly crash into the vehicle ahead.

She abruptly slowed down, turned the wheel, let the car in front speed away, and then accelerated again.

After completing that series of movements, a trace of reminiscence appeared in her eyes, and her voice was filled with sorrow.

"Tong Guan lost both his parents when he