The more he thought about it, the more fear crept into him.
If he had been a step too late, if he had hesitated for another moment…
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
Especially when he saw Mona's condition—her face stained with tears, her body covered in wounds, her expression vacant. A regret so deep it felt bone-marrow deep threatened to crush him, to suffocate him.
"Where's Little Yuan!?"
Qiu Ye shouted as he rushed in, his voice laced with palpable anxiety and unease. Fine beads of sweat dotted his temples.
His gaze swept the cave, but he couldn't find the familiar figure. His heart sank.
Jiang Ji and the others followed close behind, rushing in with frantic steps, their faces etched with tension and worry.
Seeing the cave was empty, they all froze, as if their minds had gone blank in an instant.
The air was so stagnant it was suffocating. Only the crisp echo of water dripping from the cave ceiling broke the silence.
