On this day, Yaya's face was pale. She stood nervously outside the training hall and paced back and forth. From time to time, she would look at the tightly shut door, looking very uneasy. Looking at her haggard and pale face, it was obvious that something important had happened. She was worried.
She had been silently guarding the entrance of the training hall for ten days. In the past ten days, she had not taken a step away and silently waited for her master to come out of seclusion. Because of what had happened at home, she was already flustered and at a loss.
"What should I do, what should I do? Master has been in seclusion for three months and hasn't come out yet. What should I do?" There was a hint of crying in her flustered tone. Yaya's heart was in pain and she was on the verge of collapse.