A bit of sweat seeped out on the tip of Yang Songyu's nose.
She knew she couldn't panic. Whether it was an illusion or a real disappearance, Teacher Wen would definitely be safer than her.
His strength was much greater than hers.
So now, she should be worrying about herself.
Although she had received an early gift from her mentor, a standard Imperial D-level Breeding Armor, the current situation was far beyond what a D-level Soldier Level Breeding Armor could handle.
"I have to find them immediately. Acting alone in a place like this is simply seeking death."
Suppressing the anxiety and panic in her heart, Yang Songyu began to carefully observe her surroundings.
On both sides were empty aisles, with countless dazzling merchandise displayed on the shelves, making her eyes blur.
Yang Songyu took a few deep breaths, squatted down, holding a gun in one hand, and took out a delicately patterned hexagonal silver object from her pocket.
