Tang Huai went out with Jing Xuan again, taking the scorpion to Guanyin Mountain to identify the scent.
Just as Jing Xuan anticipated, the few people found entering and exiting Yuhua Hall were not the culprits.
After a exhausting day, mentally and physically draining, Tang Huai was too tired to speak when descending Guanyin Mountain.
She held onto the rail next to the stone steps, slowly making her way down the mountain.
At this moment, the sun was setting, hiding behind the mountain, and the earth was bathed in orange. Although the scenery was beautiful, Tang Huai could not appreciate it.
She stopped, lifted her head, gazing at the sunset, and let out a deep sigh: "Another day has passed and there's still not a single clue. I've thought of everyone I could…"
Suddenly she felt a sense of exhaustion, sat down on the stone steps, appearing very dejected.
Jing Xuan squatted down, deeply looking at her: "Tired?"
