"Qiaoqiao!!" Mo Lian pressed down on the golden dragon, and the man and beast landed on the snowy peaks.
Everyone was chopping away at the surrounding vines to open up an area that they could stand in.
Mo Lian clenched his fists and stood there for quite a while. The consciousness he sent out could not sense his darling's presence.
She really disappeared, she really did disappear!
How did this happen?
Mo Lian's heart was in a complete panic. He had thought that he had sensed wrongly.
However, the truth proved that even though he had swept his conscious far and wide, above and below ground, he did not sense her existence.
"Master, there's nothing." Seventh Yan, in his youth form, shook his head solemnly at him.
Seventh Yan's consciousness could extend to cover at least ten thousand feet.
Which meant that, his Qiaoqiao really did vanish from the Holy Water Sect…
