The rain continued throughout the journey, a constant drizzling patter.
Jiang Lingxi wore a pair of skin-tight warm gloves, but perhaps due to not having seen any sunshine all day, and the air becoming cold and damp, she felt her hands grow stiff and cold again.
She tried her best to ignore this feeling.
It had been two hours since Chang Fu called.
They were still about halfway from the Changcang Sect headquarters.
Chang Fu hadn't called again, indicating that Wu Jue and Zhang Ying had not returned.
The carriage was enveloped in silence.
The driver focused on driving, the windshield wipers swishing back and forth.
Jiang Lingxi watched the view flying by outside and suddenly spoke softly, "Why do you think Wu Hua initially chose to establish the headquarters in such a remote place?"
"To avoid Wu Jue?"
"Perhaps, but I feel there might be other reasons."
But now that everyone was dead, guessing would not lead them to a definite answer.
