Allen quickly walked towards the people from Short Country, and everyone began to take action.
Looking at the wailing and pleading people from Short Country, An Mingji's eyes were full of cold fury.
To him, these people deserved to die.
Upon meeting Gu Jin's cold face, An Mingji's lips curved into a gentle smile: "Ah Jin, have you got any information about Uncle Gu?"
He was sure that what Gu Jin had just done was not in vain; she must have learned something.
Upon mentioning her father, Gu Jin's face was solemn with worry: "They've been forced into Death Valley by the Short Country people."
"Death Valley?" An Mingji repeated.
The name didn't sound like a good place; it felt ominous.
Knowing he was unaware of the significance of Death Valley, Gu Jin shared what she knew with him.
An Mingji's relaxed expression gradually faded, his delicate face turning serious: "Then isn't Uncle Gu in great danger?"
