"What? Mother is ill?" Ophelia was a little surprised, and the watering can in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"Yes, hurry up and come with me to take a look." The anxious expression on the Golden Dragon Clan male's face didn't seem faked.
"Okay, I'll go with you right away."
Ophelia wanted to turn around and call out to Tyler, but she remembered she had sent him up the mountain to gather pigweed. And these past few days, Zerev and Moye hadn't come by because they were busy hunting down Caesar. It seemed she would have to go to the Golden Dragon Clan alone.
Halfway there, following the Golden Dragon Clan male, Ophelia suddenly felt something was wrong. Just as she was about to secretly hide in her spatial dimension, a sharp pain struck the back of her neck. Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
