Dragon Bone Mountain, Wolf Dwelling, White Tomb, Grand Duke's Office, Figurative Land, Weak Water Source...
East Xia's number one wandered through hell in bewilderment, searching.
He asked all along the way, passing corpse after corpse. The middle-aged man, already somewhat advanced in years, held a photograph in his hand and tirelessly questioned every creature, lump of iron, ruin, even beast and insect he encountered with earnest sincerity:
"Excuse me, have you seen my friend?"
The answer was no.
Not here, not there. There was no trace of the lost girl anywhere.
In the end, the despairing Fu Canguang arrived alone at the planned rendezvous point, travel-worn and covered in dust... and blood.
The murderous intent and ferocity left behind by countless dying Hell Creatures clung to him, nearly blotting out even the blessed radiance of the auspicious beast.
He looked like a humanoid fiend.
Roman fifth-rank Hermes, crouching before the camp, spotted the bloodlust in the distance, nearly transformed into a colossal scarlet pillar, and almost sounded the alarm in fright.
"What happened?" Hermes widened his eyes and circled the Kirin several times. "Something's wrong with you!"
"Sorry. I killed a few too many on the way."
Fu Canguang asked for a bottle of water. After wiping his face, he asked, "Where is everyone? Have they all arrived?"
"Ah, we're pretty much just waiting on the last few of you." After verifying his identity, Hermes clicked his tongue in amazement. "You look like a wreck. How did you end up like this?"
"Uh... sorry, I may have messed up." Fu Canguang looked back at the leash around his waist, hesitated, and finally sighed helplessly. "I lost my teammate. I couldn't find her."
"Hm?"
Hermes froze for a moment. "You mean the White Emperor Child?"
Fu Canguang fell silent, his eyelid