Unsure whether it was due to their overconfidence in their medicine, Qinghe was left alone for a full day and night, with not a single person coming to check on her.
Of course, there was that man who occasionally cast hot, malicious glances Qinghe's way, but he was clearly someone with a mind for crime yet lacking the nerve to act on it.
Actually, for these grown men who shun the light, even the plump women they eloquently deride were not beyond their reach—let alone Qinghe, in her comatose, defenseless beauty.
However, they all understood priorities, knowing that leaving this accursed place was paramount; everything else was inconsequential. Even a celestial maiden would not deter their longing to bask in the light for the latter half of their lives.
Everyone unanimously shifted their gaze from Qinghe to the damp walls covered in places with green moss, and then back to Qinghe. After facing immense disappointment, even the slightest hope appeared to them as salvation.
