The night passed in the blink of an eye.
Su Jiu had restored her vitality and spirit to their peak.
She slowly opened her eyes and found that almost everyone had gathered in twos and threes, seemingly discussing something.
Ning Fan was giving instructions to the Shadow Pavilion disciples.
His voice was low, and every disciple listening wore a solemn expression. Even the air was thick with tension.
In the end, Yang Guo was the first to notice that Su Jiu was awake. She walked toward her with knitted brows. "A Jiu, something's happened."
Yang Guo's voice was not particularly quiet. The moment she spoke, quite a few gazes fell on her.
As though something had occurred to her, Su Jiu abruptly turned to Ning Fan.
Seemingly sensing her gaze, Ning Fan turned his Hood slightly and nodded in her direction, fully confirming Su Jiu's suspicions.
Those two disciples still hadn't returned!
"What happened?"
Yang Guo sighed, a faint worry clouding her eyes. "When the two Shadow Pavilion disciples hadn't returned after four hours, I sent out two more Enforcement Hall Disciples. But now it's dawn, and they still haven't come back."
At this point, Yang Guo cast a wary glance toward the village. "I'm worried that something unusual has trapped them inside."
Su Jiu held her breath and focused, extending her divine sense toward the village once more. Yet apart from the denser demonic qi, there still seemed to be nothing strange about it.
But to Su Jiu, the absence of anything unusual was now perhaps the greatest anomaly of all.
"Senior Brother, Yang Guo, take the others ahead to the Demon-Subduing Land. I'll go have a look."
"No!"
Before Su Jiu had finished speaking, another voice flatly rejected her proposal.
Su Jiu was not particularly familiar with that