Joining Hands

Tang Xiu quietly observed Zhenlei Duomo. He could feel her fluctuating emotions and how she really missed Gu Yan'er. Putting her story bluntly, it could be said that the core experts of the Everlasting Feast were very fortunate, or at least much luckier than her, for they still had the Everlasting Feast Hall as their home… and family, whereas she was like a lonely soul, a ghost, who had been wandering alone outside for many years.

As his eyes fell on Zidan and Ye Shisan's faces, he found that their expression when they looked at her was much gentler than before.

"Zhenlei, do you want to see Yan'er?"

Zhenlei Duomo's body shook, and then she hastily asked, "Can I see her? Do you know her whereabouts?"

"Of course I know her whereabouts," Tang Xiu nodded. "As for whether you can see her, that will depend on your performance."

"What do you want me to do?" She asked quickly.