Jiang Shi and Chen Xueyan's figures blurred past the corridors of the building. If they could, they would have torn through the space to directly teleport to Zhong Hua, but the array around the sect prevented them from doing so.
Their eyes were filled with worry and their minds, unpleasant thoughts.
What was wrong with Zhong Hua? Did she encounter any dangers on her travels? Is it her cultivation? Or something worse?
Several dark thoughts appeared in their minds, but they all vanished the moment they trespassed into her room.
The moment they stepped beyond the boundary of her room, they saw Zhong Hua.
All of their worries vanished and so did all other thoughts.
A pale purple robe draped over her slender figure. The loose fabric could not conceal the grace of her body. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back like a waterfall of ink, carrying a faint lustre beneath the light filtering through the window.
