Even if she is sensible and well-behaved, she is still just an eight-year-old girl.
In such a dark environment, where crying for help yields no response and even food is absent, it is almost impossible for her to survive alone.
At this point, Jiang Yiyi had cried enough, lifted her head from Zhao Jiayan's embrace, and looked at Yang Yuan: "Thank you, big brother..."
"Yiyi is really smart." Yang Yuan patted the little girl's head: "If it weren't for you knowing how to shoot arrows with the crossbow and make them glow, we wouldn't have found this place."
The little girl immediately smiled happily, looking like a carefree eight-year-old for the first time, rather than the overly sensible child she had been.
"Roar——"
The distant roar of a monster echoed again, but perhaps due to the sealing power of the Ancient Ruins, or simply the great distance, the sound was barely audible here.
"We must leave quickly; it's not safe to stay here for long," Yang Yuan said.
