The night was a hazy, indistinct fog.
Atop Spirit Turtle Peak, a group of people gathered outside Wang Xiu's courtyard, their faces etched with anxiety. The incessant chirping of birds and the non-stop calls of monkeys from the mountains grated on their nerves.
Luo Binglan, Dugu Qingqian, and other Earth Immortal powerhouses were all present.
Ji Zidian sat under a tree, her gaze fixed blankly on the tightly shut door. Worry filled her beautiful eyes, and her expression was so haggard it was pitiable.
"Don't worry, he will be alright," Li Xuanqi said.
"Yeah, come on, it's Big Brother we're talking about!" Zhang Yuge added. "Even the Demon Emperor couldn't touch him. He must just be exhausted!"
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly agreed, but no matter how one listened, it felt as though they were merely trying to comfort themselves.
