Seven ancient factions

Standing in a stone fortress, Ai Ya, Cai Yi, Lao Li, and Lao Lun frequently looked into the distance, waiting for something in silence.

"Can he find us and come here? It has been a long time. If he doesn’t come and we encounter Ning Ze, we will surely be very passive." Lao Lun took out a handkerchief to wipe his gloves as he sometimes raised his head, looking ahead, frowning, and muttering.

Ai Ya’s jade-like hand played with her Great Pervaded Money as the small coin rolled back and forth between her slender fingers. Some golden lights occasionally blossomed out of the hole in the coin.

"He should be able to find us." After hearing Lao Lun mumble, Ai Ya threw a glance at Cai Yi and then asked, "Is it so Cai Yi?"

The two brothers looked at Cai Yi with an astonished expression.

Cai Yi hummed while her beautiful eyes turned pale. She gritted her teeth but didn’t say anything.