Ling Xuanxiao repeated himself.
Only then did Di Nüfeng react. She closed her eyes, then opened them again.
"I can't sense it."
This was within Ling Xuanxiao's expectations. The Snake God's shrine would not be found so easily.
Back then, Shu Mountain had also tried to uncover the location of the Snake People Tribe's shrine, only to come up empty-handed.
At this moment, Xiao Qing stood up and said confidently,
"This is where I come in!"
"As for where the shrine moves, I imagine that besides Lord Snake God himself, I'm the only one in the entire Snake People Tribe who knows!"
Ling Xuanxiao fixed his gaze on Xiao Qing.
Her upper body was wrapped in nothing but a layer of semi-transparent gauze. Under the blazing sun, that thin fabric seemed to steam into a warped halo of light.
Through the faintly visible gauze, one could vaguely see the winding tattoo across her chest.
Below her skirt was a green snake tail.
When had Xiao Qing begun plotting all this?
Perhaps it had been when she witnessed her uncle murder her parents.
She had handed over the evidence of her uncle killing her parents to the priest who oversaw the tribe's laws, only to be told that the Snake People Tribe was a place where the weak were prey to the strong.
And so, that bold plan surfaced in Xiao Qing's heart.
Throughout the countless days and nights that followed, she watched every movement of the shrine with undivided focus.
Every time the shrine moved, she recorded it meticulously, overlooking not a single detail.
As time passed, she gradually discovered certain patterns in the shrine's movements.
Those patterns were hidden amid the shrine's complex transformations. Finding a pattern among hundreds of millions of movements was no easy task.
At last,