On Changliu Mountain.
Intermittent roars and howls echoed.
However, because it was too far away, people couldn't immediately distinguish whether the sound was from Ling Wudeng or Lin Fan.
But.
The screams were so shrill that they sent chills down the spines of those listening, causing their hair to stand on end and their hearts to tremble.
Especially Mo Ningxiang.
She had already collapsed on the ground, her breath weak, utterly exhausted.
Every time the sound arrived, she mustered all her strength to open her eyes wide, looking up the road leading up the mountain.
The reason she was still holding on and not fainting was that she was waiting for news.
She firmly believed that Brother Lin Fan would surely appear on the path up the mountain.
She wanted to wait for that moment.
