Wei Ziqing came in and brought White Fengfeng away. Opposed to the worried expression he had towards this little girl, Lord Wei didn’t even spare a glance at Qin Yu.

The bus trip back was quiet. Out of the original 13 people, nine of them were staying behind in that sternly guarded four-sided building. Ten days ago, Chief Steward Qin had started to focus his efforts on making sure the refining of the Revival Good Fortune Pill continued. Two other people were assigned to transport the remainders. These two were also familiar faces. They were two of the three Divine Soul cultivators that had originally brought them to their residences.

However, the attitudes of these two Divine Souls were now extremely cold. They sat at the front of the bus with closed eyes, showing none of the previous warmth and intimacy they gave Qin Yu before.

The next day finished with no miracle.

In the blink of an eye, it was the 29th day.

Today, the atmosphere on the bus was astonishingly depressed and strained. Besides Qin Yu, the three other young cultivators all had pallid expressions. Their eye sockets were deep and hollow; it was clear they didn’t get a wink of sleep last night.

The bus stopped outside the four-sided building. The two Divine Soul cultivators sat still as they watched the four cultivators step out. Then, one of them suddenly said, “This Ning Qin, his breathing...