In some termite nest, tiny termites scurried busily about.
Suddenly, the stone above them was lifted away, revealing the sky. Then all the termites were swept up and swallowed by a long tongue. Before long, the entire nest had been eaten clean, and the stone came crashing down again.
"Ironball, stop playing around."
"Okay, coming!"
Ironball, satisfied after eating the ants, trotted after his boss, who had already gone quite far ahead.
After much persuasion, he finally changed into new clothes. Perhaps he had grown accustomed to feeling cool and simply liked short sleeves, so the sleeves could only be cut off, and the trouser legs removed to make big shorts. His skinny little body raced along barefoot at astonishing speed. Any ant nests they encountered along the way were terribly unlucky; a pangolin's interest in ants was closely tied to filling his stomach.
After resting for a while, her injuries were still severe. She could only set off for Jiuli to see whether they could be treated.
Chunyang Palace might not even be able to protect itself at the moment. She had a premonition that those people had not merely been targeting her—Shenhua Mountain was also facing a crisis. Still, there was no need to worry about Mount Hua's safety. No matter how those petty villains tossed and turned, they could not destroy the Daoist sect.
Bai Yujun wore a fitted white outfit and a straw hat. Ironball carried a book chest much larger than himself, stuffed with all sorts of odds and ends for use on the road. The little fellow was delighted to share his boss's burden.
"Boss, look! I dug up some wild taro for you to eat!"
"Cough, cough... Let me try it."
She took the wild taro and reached out to wipe away the