“Can't find them.” Leng San said, “Could they have encountered any danger? Even during the marital send-off procession, we encountered an ambush.”

Han Mingyi looked back towards the sky to the north, pondered for a moment, and said, “No. Since we can't find any traces of them, withdraw the Flying Eagles. Send them to protect Du Xiuheng.”

“Yes.” Leng San turned around and left.

Han Mingyi looked at the cerulean blue sky and muttered, “With your ability, who knows what you've gotten yourself into again, hmm? It seems like you’re trying to rush back. Originally I was planning on having you wait until things are taken care of.”