Searching for Survivors_1

The sky gradually darkened, and the heavy rain continued without stopping. Su Qingluo took out Night Pearls from her Storage Ring, and she and Wang Meng each held one to light their way.

The wooden raft moved along the water flow, and the two of them went from east to west, searching village by village for survivors.

In the distance, a faint light appeared, flashing and gradually approaching in the storm.

Through the hazy scene, Su Qingluo and Wang Meng gradually discerned five small boats.

On each boat, there were two Imperial Guards, one at the front and one at the rear, rowing quickly.

Standing on the first boat was a person with handsome brows and an imposing presence.

"Master Xu!"

Upon recognizing the person's face, tears blurred Su Qingluo's eyes as she couldn't help but wave her arm and cheer loudly.