"Protector Yun, have you received any information from that kid?"
The Saint Heir seemed to be suffering as if every day felt like a year. Every second was a torment for him, and he couldn't just sit there waiting any longer, constantly rising to pace back and forth.
"We haven't received anything yet." Yuntian was also anxious but maintained a calm exterior. Clearly, his temperament was honed to be very steady over his thirty thousand years by Black Water Lake.
"Can you sense if there's any unusual movement from him?" the Saint Heir asked.
"Rest assured, Saint Heir, I can sense his exact location. At present, there is no unusual movement; he's been staying in one place for a long time without moving." Yuntian replied.
