In the river, several strands of blood drifted downward from above. He immediately pressed his ear to the ground and after a change of color in his face, he quickly pulled Xia Dabao up, "We can't linger here, we must hurry on!"
Xia Dabao had just finished washing her hands when she was once again pulled along by Yun Xiao, and she didn't even have the opportunity to go inside and grab Yun Xiao's cloak.
Soon after, two figures approached the little cabin, the Xuan Nu and the lesser Goddess from the Moon Heart Tribe, who noticed the still-burning charcoal and the cloak on the bed.
Both were familiar with Yun Xiao's cloak, and they pondered its significance. The Xuan Nu was about to take it, but it was swiftly snatched by the lesser Goddess.
