Since they were staying the night, they naturally could not remain here. A battle had just taken place; dozens, perhaps hundreds, of trees had fallen, and pits covered the ground in a dense, numbing spread. Not to mention the scorched stench. Though the Bamboo Demon and the other two monsters had swept all the skeletons, snake corpses, and insect carcasses back into Wasteland Heaven and Earth, the rotten odor would not disperse anytime soon.
Ninth Mistress rode atop the snow leopard, preparing to set off and find another place, but the snow leopard rubbed against Liu Xiaolou's leg and clung to him, unwilling to leave. Liu Xiaolou simply... The white-robed elder showed no reaction whatsoever, his expression exceptionally cold, as though he were waiting for something.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Brand charged straight at Leone and swept out with a kick. If it struck, a house could collapse with ease.
"There are too many people here. It's truly inconvenient to expose ourselves. We can only lure those three somewhere with fewer people!" Once the three had drawn close, Lu Feiyang plunged headfirst into an alley.
More than three hours later, when Wei Yan spotted a vast stretch of algae, the Black Tortoise's speed could not help slowing down.
The moment she saw the two clay dolls in Wei Yan's hands, a deep flush spread across her face, as though someone had suddenly laid bare every secret in her heart before the world.
Whether it was disappointment or disdain, she could not say. She merely sighed softly. The music had only been a test, yet no one had recognized its worth. That made her decide not to play the qin in the upcoming competition. A qin melody sought a kindred listener; without one, why make a spectacle