"Yes, Master." Jingfeng and the others exchanged glances and silently lowered their heads. Dugu Mo touched the uneven scars on his face, a ferocious fire rising in his heart. His hands clenched tightly, veins bulging. He gritted his teeth and swore to himself that he would make Dugu Chen pay a painful price.
Several more days of calm passed, with Jingfeng and his men searching for an opportunity in the dark. However, after several days, they had seen nothing, not even a hair, let alone the bewitching princess.
Light rain drizzled from the sky, and the horizon was edged with unending black clouds. A gentle breeze blew, carrying a hint of chill.
Dugu Chen, holding a cloak, walked over to his delicate wife and draped it over her. "It's cooler when it rains; don't stand by the window watching. Be careful not to catch a cold."
Feng Xuxu looked up and smiled softly, "My husband, I estimate this rain will continue for a few more days."