A certain flood dragon decided not to rest and continued on her journey.
That damned Lian Tianxing had been right. Anyone who investigated carefully would know she would stop at Bamboo Spring Temple. Who knew whether someone had guessed this place? Leaving quickly was the best policy. Experiencing the taste of near-death once was enough.
Old Hui Xian had wanted to ask her to stay, but after thinking it over, he decided against it.
"Benefactor Bai, hurry and leave."
It had been meant kindly, but it sounded strangely like he was driving her away. No, he was driving the flood dragon away.
"Cough, cough... everyone, mountains stand high and rivers run long; if fate allows, we shall meet again. I hope you all stay alive. Farewell."
"Farewell."
Ironball very decisively refused the bamboo rat food gifted by the snake demon. He liked ants and bee pupae.
Two figures, one large and one small, vanished down the bamboo forest path...
The sun was warm, the breeze gentle and bright, flowers and grass fragrant. Such fine weather was perfect for a long journey. After being frightened half to death in the bamboo forest, Bai Yujun saw enemies lurking in every blade of grass and every tree. Even now, she could not forget the terror of death closing in. Unless she became invincible beneath heaven, she should visit Bamboo Spring Temple as little as possible in the future. Who knew whether there would be a next time?
The three Ironballs had no idea a bloody massacre had nearly taken place in the bamboo forest.
After changing into new clothes, they entered a small town.
"Boss, aren't we buying a boat? How are we traveling the rest of the way?"
"We're not buying a boat. We're buying donkeys."
"Donkeys?"
Half an hour later.
Ironball