Heiyao scanned everyone present. Soon, he found a familiar figure and hurriedly ran over to a woman who was also wearing a black mystic robe.
"Yue'er, are you okay? Where are the others? Is everyone alright?"
The woman in robes was quite beautiful. Although she could not be considered breathtaking, her looks were not bad. She had a cold personality though. Seeing Heiyao, she was clearly excited, but she did not give him any expression. "Why are you here?"
"To find you, of course. And everyone else."
"How many people did you bring? Forget it. Do you have water and food on you? Little Jiu is about to die. Quickly save him."
"What's wrong with Little Jiu?" Heiyao looked at the others and realized that they were in a dire situation. Some were injured, some were sick, and all of them were severely dehydrated. One was already on the verge of death. It was their Little Jiu, the ninth-ranked Little Jiu.
