His voice was low, but tinged with a sliver of hope. "Not a single drop of blood. That means the village chief probably isn't hurt, at least not seriously."
Song Qingya's eyes suddenly lit up.
"That's right!"
She looked up abruptly, her voice filled with a new firmness and conviction. "He must have left this cloth on purpose to let us know he was here, to show us the way!"
"Ajin wouldn't have just dropped it for no reason... He must be waiting for us!"
She shot to her feet and, without a moment's hesitation, bolted in the direction the footprints led.
"Ajin! Ajin! Where are you?"
She shouted as she ran.
Seeing this, Cheng Peng's heart tightened, and he hurried after her.
He watched Song Qingya's thin yet stubborn figure and couldn't help but raise his voice to persuade her.
