"It has already been over a day, why is there still no movement at all?" Han Muxue murmured softly, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. Her expression was filled with anxiety and unease as she cast her gaze toward the direction of the Pheasant Mountain tomb from time to time.
"Hey! Could she really have been left behind to serve that old monster?" Wang Yao muttered distractedly, casually chewing on a blade of grass in his mouth. A hint of nonchalance hung on his face.
"You bastard, what kind of nonsense are you spouting!" Han Muxue glared at him angrily. Her exquisite face flushed slightly with anger, making her look exceptionally striking.
Chapter 41