A figure in red clothing, but the person in red was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, running this way as if exerting all their strength like a worn-out dog.
Meanwhile, a taciturn man wearing a human skin mask was breathing steadily and rhythmically, yet he was being dragged by the two people on either side of him.
The one in red couldn't run fast, and the other had a cold and pretty countenance, with a fierce gaze, and like the one in red, was in a sorry state, drenched in sweat.
This silent man then grabbed both of them with each hand, preventing them from falling behind. The three were lagging a bit but were following Shuyu's figure.
Yun Ge thought to herself, as expected!
She had guessed it might be these people from the blacksmith's description earlier, and now upon seeing them, her heart settled. But, Purple Chervil was sick?
Her Purple Chervil, whose medical skills were even better than hers, how could she have fallen ill??
