Su Qing felt this trip to Da Hu Mountain was more than worth it. Although she still hadn't found the century-old Chicken Blood Vine, she had obtained a Vine Seed.
The Vine Seed now rested quietly in her Bagua Pool. It would surely be a great asset to her in the future.
Su Qing was in an excellent mood. She hummed a tune as she continued her search for the century-old Chicken Blood Vine deep in the old-growth forest. The thought that the scars on her face could finally begin to heal once she found it made her feel even happier.
An Zhiqian, however, was in a far less pleasant mood.
"Jian and his men still haven't returned?" An Zhiqian frowned, his expression darkening.
"That's right, Young Master." An Huai, An Zhiqian's confidant, was standing beside him. "We still have no word from Jian or his men," he said hurriedly. "It's been nearly ten days since they left. Logically, they should have sent a message by now, no matter the situation."
