Meng's old mother was so frightened by these words that her soul nearly split apart, her eyes reddening in an instant, yet she could not cry, only hiccupping intermittently, her mouth agape for a long time without being able to make a sound.
Hua Xiaomai's throat trembled, and she bit her teeth hard, eventually bursting out a question, "How long has it been?"
"Yesterday morning he entered the mountains..." Great Saint glanced at her, saw her ghostly pale complexion, and was startled himself, "Sister, maybe you should sit down first, I..."
"In other words, it has been two days and a night already." Hua Xiaomai obediently sat down immediately, "He isn't a confused man, he can't possibly lose his way, and he wouldn't go about business without leaving word, so either something has happened to him, or he's run into some situation, right?"
