After an incense stick had burned, Bai Yi returned with a dark face: "Madam..." This subordinate is ashamed of your kindness, I didn't find out a single clue.

A thought flashed through Mo Qingcheng's mind: "It's alright, come with me."

Bai Yi: "..."

No, madam, are you sure you remember the way you came?

wrong!

Bai Yi suddenly thought of something, a smile curving his lips. He was in a good mood and followed Mo Qingcheng, as if he wasn't the man who had just been feeling lost.

Mu Wanqing and Mu Yunchuan exchanged a glance, determined to follow their mother; they knew they couldn't go wrong.

The group headed towards the cold pool they had come from. Sometime later, the boulder behind them shifted slightly before returning to its original position.

Mo Qingcheng seemed to sense something, glanced in the direction of the stone, and then continued on her way as if nothing had happened.

Unbeknownst to the others, the stone, after a few rhythmic bursts of movement, was enveloped in a faint black mist and vanished in the blink of an eye…

"Hiss..." Mu Wanqing suddenly shivered: "Mother, has the weather changed?" Otherwise, why is it so cold?

Mu Yunchuan also shuddered. Whatever his third sister said, he would do it. Apart from his mother, who in the family hadn't suffered at the hands of his third sister?

Mo Qingcheng, who was good at slacking off, noticed her little one's meaningful look and her eye twitched. She continued to stray further and further down the path of memory.

Um?

Mo Qingcheng stopped for the third time, looking at the familiar markings, and twitched the corner of her mouth. "Could it be that the Cold Pool can only be entered but not exited?"

Bai Yi: "That makes sense!" Everything the lady says is right.

Mu Yunchuan nodded weakly, while Mu Wanqing clenched her small fists, her face full of resentment.

A quarter of an hour later, the group returned to their original spot, their hearts now completely calm.

What kind of place is this?

"Mother, there must be a way out, don't worry..." Mu Wanqing couldn't bear to see her mother so anxious, so she comforted her for a few moments. Before she could finish speaking, she felt a strange breeze brush against her cheek and excitedly grabbed Mo Qingcheng's hand.

"Cough cough... Mother, can you feel the wind?" Mu Wanqing asked anxiously.

Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, then shook her head: "No."

No way?

How could this happen?

Could it be that there's something wrong with my perception?

Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, staring intently in a certain direction, motionless, like a statue.

Mo Qingcheng was startled: "Qing'er, wake up quickly."

wake up?

Mu Wanqing shook her head, her body floating in the air. Seeing her mother's heartbroken appearance, she immediately felt anxious.

"Mother, come and see Qing'er! She's perfectly fine, nothing's wrong with her."

"Fourth brother, what are you doing? You bastard, get up!"

"Uncle Bai Yi, you must take your mother and the others away quickly," Bai Yi said with difficulty, fearing that someone would come after them. He and his wife were both poisoned...

Oh dear, how did things turn out like this?

The next second, Mu Wanqing's body began to tremble violently.

"Mother, is Third Sister sick or poisoned?" Mu Yunchuan frowned and asked indirectly.

Cough cough, it seems I'm overthinking it. Mo Qingcheng floated and floated, not knowing how much time had passed. Look at you, so capable, why don't you find some craftsmen?

snort!

"Qing'er!"

"Sister Qing'er..."

"Third Miss!"

The calls brought Mu Wanqing back to reality. She suddenly opened her eyes, her aura growing stronger and stronger.

"Mother, did I... do something foolish?" The little girl looked full of self-reproach, still not quite understanding where she was.

Mo Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, her face pale: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back..."

Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes and glared at Bai Ziming. What happened to our shared hatred of the enemy?