The sky was approaching dusk, sunset engulfing everything in twilight.
The last gleam of the setting sun shone on the massive statue of Zhang Wulang, making the abstract face look even more eerie. The coarse and rudimentary features came to life, particularly around the mouth where the corners seemed to twitch, almost as though it was really smiling.
Long Tang and Fu Yao had been waiting for half a day, completely clueless about the situation, and grew even more anxious at this sight.
"It's getting dark, could Sister Xiaojin be in trouble?" Long Tang voiced her worry.
"Seeing how confident she was, she probably won't be."
"I'd trust anyone else, but her..."
Long Tang sighed, and Fu Yao also frowned. This individual, notorious in the cultivation community for thirty years for being unreliable and nonchalant, constantly imitated but never surpassed.
Moreover, her status is prestigious, a mishap in Meishan would be too much for the entire clan to bear.
