Bai Yujun took out a small stool and sat down obediently. The struggle between the man and the snake involved no blades.
The old man was an expert in feng shui. For days, he had busied himself in these barren mountains, arranging a formation. The position of every stone, the shape of every tree and blade of grass, even the nodes of the mountain range—all had been put to use by him.
Outsiders passing by would unknowingly detour along a small path nearby. Only those who truly understood feng shui could enter.
This was his world.
Only... the feng shui formations that had always conquered all before them found it difficult to deal with that little girl.
He laid down a killing formation, a land of certain death, yet the girl always evaded and defended against every lethal move. Then she began altering the momentum faster and faster. He was nearly forced to use everything he had learned in his lifetime. If he still could not kill her, then he himself might be the one to die.
It seemed calm, yet killing intent surfaced time and again.
Ordinary people could not sense the effects caused by this feng shui battle. Humanity had lost far too many abilities, but birds and beasts could clearly feel the changes in the mountains, and in terror, they fled one after another.
Beasts fled with their young. Birds circled high in the sky, staring at the eggs and chicks in their nests, unwilling to leave.
Throughout the surrounding barren mountains, trees and plants kept withering for no reason. Fish in the mountain streams floated belly-up, while steep slopes suddenly split apart and collapsed. Only the mountain rain remained unchanged.
The old man excelled at arranging feng shui, but he could not control wind and rain.