At the entrance to the Blood-Colored Hills.
Beside the tent, Zhongli Meng waited anxiously, looking around in every direction.
At last, Song Xu Gu appeared, but Yi Feng was still nowhere to be seen. She hurried forward to ask.
"Uncle Song, did you happen to encounter Young Master Yi?"
Song Xu Gu slowly shook his head, his expression somewhat grave.
"I didn't find him. Perhaps..."
Before he could finish, both of them understood perfectly well. Yi Feng had been missing for days. On Water Cold Star, where the Devil Race gathered, perhaps he had already met with misfortune and fallen.
Yet Zhongli Meng still looked resolute and spoke to interrupt that speculation.
"Uncle Song, no matter what, I will wait until Young Master Yi comes."
Seeing his niece persist time and again, Song Xu Gu could only sigh quietly.
He knew Zhongli Meng's character well. Though a woman, she possessed extraordinary righteousness and had always been clear-cut about gratitude and grudges. How could someone like her possibly abandon Yi Feng and leave him to his fate?
The two waited quietly for a long while, and the rest of their fellow disciples returned one after another.
Almost all of them wore grave expressions, looking despondent.
No matter how repeatedly Zhongli Meng questioned them, their answers were much the same.
"Senior Sister, I searched the western river valley for a thousand miles in every direction, but I never found any trace of Young Master Yi."
"I searched the southern ice plains for several days as well, but I did not see him."
"Me neither."
"I couldn't find him either."
"Senior Sister, Young Master Yi cannot be found anywhere. If he is still alive, perhaps he lost his way and wandered off. He may even have gone deep into Water Cold Star."
"Senior