The arm-thick vines in the mountains were incomparably tough, impossible to sever even with sharp blades and axes. Yet amid a tremendous series of cracking sounds, as though dry weeds and rotten wood were being swept away, the Black Flood Serpent caught in the vines let out wild shrieks. Not only did it snap five or six arm-thick vines, but even the trees entwined by those vines gave off the sound of their trunks splitting apart.
But this still delayed the frenzied Black Flood Serpent for a moment, allowing Luo Bei to open a gap of more than ten zhang between them again.
Having instantly torn the vines apart inch by inch, the Black Flood Serpent did not immediately resume its pursuit of Luo Bei. Instead, it abruptly raised its head and turned around.
A slender figure drifted down from the air, light as a pale-yellow willow catkin.
"She's finally awake!"
Luo Bei immediately realized that she was the young woman from above the frigid pool.
Her brows and eyes were like a painting. With just one glance, Luo Bei found himself thinking that this must be what the saying meant by beauty that made fish sink and geese fall.
Cai Shu was also exceptionally lovely and refined, but there was a certain heroic spirit between her brows. This young woman, however, was entirely different. She possessed an indescribable delicacy; her skin seemed so tender that it would break at a breath, as though water could be squeezed from it.
Now, seeing the Black Flood Serpent that was on the verge of becoming a true dragon abruptly raise its head and stare fixedly at her, she faintly knitted her brows, seeming slightly troubled.
Yet even that slight furrow of her brows held an indescribable charm.
"If she were a little