"Husband, send him to the space and try the Spiritual Spring there," Feng Xuxu watched as Di An's legs turned increasingly black and the fur threatened to grow up to his knees; she could not stand by and watch a loyal subordinate die like this.
"Okay," although it was just a single word, it conveyed his concern for his subordinate.
Feng Xuxu grabbed Di An's sleeve and flashed into the space.
The people in the tent were stunned again. In less than the time it took for an incense stick to burn, they had been shocked twice, and this time it was even more bizarre. Their lady and Di An had disappeared in an instant. Several people gaped, looking towards their lord.
"No one is to utter half a word about today's events, or death will follow," Dugu Chen's icy gaze swept over them.
Everyone came back to their senses and knelt down in unison: "Yes, we will not reveal a single word."
Dugu Chen looked at Xuefei: "What about you?"