Bab 850: Times of Crisis（3）

Over at the mansion, the sky was already bright. Ling Tianya hadn't slept for the whole night.

This night seemingly went by peacefully, but the more peaceful it looked on the surface, the stronger the undertow.

Ruan Qishan walked over to the window to stand beside Ling Tianya. After these two long days and nights, Ruan Qishan had visibly aged a few years.

"Ruan Guosheng probably won't stay put much longer," Ruan Qishan said in a low voice.

Ling Tianya stayed silent, but she nodded her head.