The man at Wuqing's feet witnessed this. Although he felt a pang of regret that these people hadn't killed his mother and had only taken her hostage, killing those eight Xue Slaves did bring him a slight sense of balance. He no longer wanted to be exchanged back; he just hoped these people would take him away from this place. He didn't want to remain here. He yearned to go out and see the world beyond.
"Miss, aren't you tired from standing like this?" Wuqing then asked Gu Qingli. She wanted Wuyou to move the old woman so their mistress could sit.
"It's alright. I'll be fine in a moment." Once they obtained the map and whatever else she needed, they would leave immediately. She wanted to return as soon as possible; Xiao Yunjing must be terribly worried by now.
At this moment, it wasn't Xiao Yunjing who was anxious. Instead, it was Mr. Xiao at Yanshan Pass, who, despite the heavy snow, had broken out in a cold sweat.
