Leaving Marquis Lingyang's manor, Lin Miao found Dingxian and Jing Hui, along with the two women, Jingxin, in a wind-sheltered mountain temple approximately five miles southwest.
At this moment, Jing Hui was cradling a baby in her arms.
A mother would never forget her child; this is the innate nature of all mothers.
Everyone had escaped safely, but Lin Miao hesitated to show himself. If he did, there was a risk of his identity being exposed.
"Master, master..." From dozens of meters away, Lin Miao heard sobbing, and his expression changed.
Was Dingxian, the old nun, not doing well?
With her severely injured body, she had forcefully made the journey and fought fiercely with the Blood Evil, suffering another heavy wound.
She must be in worse condition today than she was last night.
"Jing Hui, Jingxin, I fear my time has come. You two are absolutely no match for that Blood Evil, don't think of revenge...
"Master, what about the captured uncles and sisters?"
