A few dead leaves lay scattered across the wet Stone Slab Path.
The hedgehog ball rolled past, then rolled back. Its spines skewered the fallen leaves, sweeping the Stone Slab Path spotlessly clean. Little Hedgehog took its sweeping duties very seriously and had devised many divine arts for sweeping the ground. Its life was peaceful now, and it liked this life very much.
The football-sized hedgehog ball had to stop as it rolled along, because someone was blocking the way ahead.
The spiny ball unfolded, its pointed nose and tiny limbs rising upright.
But it was too small. Even with its paws raised high, it could only reach the person's knees. Its little eyes looked up at the human obstructing its work, and it stretched out one tiny paw to tug twice at the hem of her skirt.
Cheng Su, dressed in Daoist robes, lowered her head and met the little thing's gaze. After thinking briefly, she stepped two paces aside.
The hedgehog ball rolled past, swept up the dead leaves, then bounced away into the distance.
Cheng Su leaned on the white jade railing and looked down the mountain. Through occasional gaps in the dense fog, she could see fighting in the forest below. Wild saber qi flew everywhere, severing Branches and Leaves. Ancient trees creaked as they toppled, crushing swathes of Branches and Leaves beneath them. The forest was quickly cleared into open ground, then smashed into depressions by enormous force. The arrogant cultivators who had previously surrounded the mountain scattered in every direction like fleas whose nest had been poked.
A mortal Military General was fighting a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator to the death. It was simply inconceivable.
Holding several talismans, Cheng Su considered whether she should go down the mountain to aid that Military General.
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