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At midnight, the desert was even colder and more frigid.

A cold wind howled.

Some campfires were still burning, while others had gone out. Patrolling warriors were scattered throughout the tents, and the herdsmen on night watch were huddled together and dozing off in front of the brighter campfires.

Apart from the howling cold wind, the world was completely silent.

Murong Yin looked around, a hint of panic in his eyes. Yuan Qing didn't know what Murong Yin was looking for, but simply followed his instructions and pushed the wheelchair forward.

Murong Yin stopped a servant carrying firewood, "Brother."

The servant was very tall, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back. He stood there blankly, looking at Murong Yin, his face covered in dust. "Do you need firewood?"

"Have you seen a short servant carrying firewood like you?" Murong Yin's voice held a hint of urgency as he stared intently at the man.

"Her clothes were very tattered, and she might... she might still be holding a bottle of frostbite ointment..."

Murong Yin was almost incoherent.

The servant carrying firewood glanced at Murong Yin, seemingly understanding something. "Many of the servants carrying firewood here are short. They're exposed to smoke every day, so they all look pretty much the same. If you're looking for someone, young master, it might be difficult."

He spoke so sincerely!

Disappointment appeared on Murong Yin's face. He slowly released the hand of the servant carrying firewood, leaned back weakly against his wheelchair, and looked blank and bewildered.

The servant gave Murong Yin and his servant a strange look before turning and leaving.

In the desert, the cold wind howls like a bone-scraping knife.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Yuan Qing draped the cloak he was holding over Murong Yin's shoulders. In the cold wind, the two jade ribbons hanging from Murong Yin's high-crowned hat fluttered in the wind. He silently gazed at the boundless desert without saying a word.

A cold wind swept across the desolate desert, and in the distance, there was no sign of human habitation.

Yuan Qing couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, did you see someone you know?"

Murong Yin remained silent. "Perhaps my feeling is wrong. Perhaps it wasn't her. How could she have fallen into such a pitiful and miserable state? I must be mistaken."

She is a member of Ye Chuhan's Tianshan Snow Clan!

How could he possibly become a lonely and helpless wood-carrying servant in the desert!

The campfire gradually died down.

Murong Yin reached out and pulled his cloak tighter to ward off the desert chill, and said in a low voice, "Yuan Qing, let's go back!"

Yuan Qing accepted the order and turned his wheelchair around.

"Young Master Murong!"

In the distance, the shouts of a golden-armored warrior could be heard as he ran towards them, yelling, "Young Master Murong, the Dragon-Slaying Stone is about to be opened! The princess requests your presence!"

Murong Yin's eyes sharpened.

Before he could speak, he felt as if something inside him had suddenly cracked open. He could even hear the crisp sound of that emotion breaking apart. A heart-wrenching pain surged into his heart, and sorrow instantly permeated his entire body.

He was already in tears.

The agonizing wait, every single moment, has finally come to an end—

The Dragon-Slaying Stone has been unearthed!

He could finally see Hua Chen and Xiao Ci, who had been trapped in the secret passage for more than twenty days and had no hope of survival...

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The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The air was still very cold. In front of the secret passage, because they were afraid that using explosives would collapse the entire passage, they could only move and dig it out by hand. At this moment, the thousand-pound Dragon-Slaying Stone was about to be dug through.

Murong Yin sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, his trembling hands gripping the handles tightly.

More than twenty days!

Deep down, he was prepared to endure all the suffering!

"Push harder!"

The gruff voice of the leading golden-armored warrior rang out, and hundreds of people worked together to move the broken dragon stone, which had been chiseled open on all four sides. With shouts and cries, the broken dragon stone was slowly moved aside by these people...

The first rays of dawn immediately pierced the pitch-black passage, slowly illuminating everything within until the entire Dragon-Slaying Stone was moved—

Yuan Qing had already pushed Murong Yin forward quickly, heading straight to the entrance of the secret passage.

The first thing Murong Yin saw through his tearful eyes was the girl locked to the secret passage mechanism. The girl was still dressed in lake green, her hands were bound to the mechanism with iron rings, and she lay there face down, motionless.

But apart from Murong Ci, the scarlet-clad youth Hua Chen was nowhere to be found in this secret passage.

Hua Chen's body was nowhere to be found!