"If Crown Prince Mo and His Highness the Chen Prince hadn't arrived in ti, who knows what might have transpired."
"Sorry." Qin Xuan glanced awkwardly at Duan Yue and Mu Xingchen. "I'll make sure to explain this matter to him thoroughly."
Duan Yue lifted the curtain with one hand. As he bent to leave, he turned back to cast a disdainful glance at Eldest Young Sir Qin, a sardonic smile on his face. "How confident do you think he is in blocking Mo Lian and with his own strength?"
"Next ti? You might not even get a chance to see him again."
Duan Yue shot Qin Xuan a aningful look before dropping the curtain and departing.
A chill ran down Qin Xuan's spine.
In other words, how rciful had Duan Yue been this ti?
Perhaps, without that rcy, his Second Brother wouldn't have had the opportunity to use the transfer talisman matrix to escape.
This realization made Qin Xuan break out in a cold sweat. He stood up and respectfully cupped his hands at the Holy Son. "I apologize, Holy Son. Our Qin Estate won't be participating in this operation."
The Holy Son nodded, understanding the urgency of contacting Second Young Sir. He tactfully refrained from insisting that Eldest Young Sir Qin stay for the search and rescue.
"Then let's form teams for the search," the Holy Son said to those present. "We'll set off tomorrow morning."
"Understood."
At ten in the evening, as anticipated by the little stoic, Qi Xuanxuan's party, accompanied by Doya, Hidden Flower, and Situ Yi, also arrived at the campsite. Additionally, a few students from Lanyang Academy and Flying Sword Academy joined the gathering.
Madam Guo'an hobbled over with the assistance of the robust man, Yellow Sheep. Perhaps she had sustained minor injuries in the Spring River, as her face still bore a hint of pallor.
"It's a relief that everyone is safe," remarked the Holy Son, glancing at the newly arrived group. "Go freshen up and take so rest. We'll gather for a al later."
"Thank you," Madam Guo'an expressed, on the verge of tears.
Feeling terribly unlucky after drifting in the Spring River for so long, she considered herself on the verge of turning moldy and malodorous.
Originally, as a level-12 grand spiritual cultivator, abstaining from food for a few days wasn't an issue. However, now she urgently felt the need to replenish her energy and stamina, which was disheartening.
"Qiaoqiao, I almost turned green from soaking all the way here." Qi Xuanxuan jogged over, holding her hand. "Luckily, we have water, at, and mantou and buns in our inner world! I won't starve myself."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but twitch her mouth in amusent. "No wonder you didn't lose weight. Bubbles even gained weight!"
"What? I've gained weight again?" Qi Xuanxuan promptly pinched her cheeks. "I'm almost as fat as Fatty!"
"Alright, go freshen up first."
"You're about to stink to death, yet you're still clinging to Qiaoqiao."
Amidst the banter, everyone dispersed to their respective yurts to attend to personal matters.
"Little Junior Sister, let's talk after I clean up." Liang Qingqing, equally disgusted with herself, waved at Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao and entered the yurt.
Observing everyone's presence, Qiao Mu felt relieved that they were all accounted for. The fact that everyone could easily recognize her no longer bothered her.
"Qiaoqiao." Eldest Young Sir Qin approached slowly, nodding slightly at Mo Lian. "Can we have a private conversation?"
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