"Phew, phew!" A whistle sounded from afar, and Ouyang Ruo Xi immediately knew that Chen Mo had returned!
"He's back, he's back!" Ouyang Ruo Xi grabbed Ouyang Nan beside her and cried out happily.
Ouyang Nan was delighted as well. She had never expected that the whistle which usually made her so uncomfortable would sound so familiar and welcome here today.
Sure enough, what you considered vulgar could become refined at the right time and in the right place.
"That kid!" Ouyang Nan complained about Chen Mo's whistling, but said nothing further. Nor did she answer Qian Ying anymore, because once Chen Mo—no, Li Mo—returned, matters like tree branches would no longer be a problem.
After all, Chen Mo had gone to retrieve branches.
Along with the whistle, the Martial Artists of the other families also fell silent. While fending off the fireflies, they watched the direction from which Chen Mo was coming. Many of them even felt their spirits lift, as though their strength had returned. They unleashed a series of air-bursting blows, destroying the attacking fireflies in midair and easing their disadvantage considerably.
Qian Ying felt both pleased and uneasy. He was pleased because as long as Li Mo brought back branches from the Myriad Silver Silk Tree, everyone could be saved. What troubled him was that he had just half-threatened and half-lured Ouyang Nan into handing over the branch in her hands. Naturally, that would provoke resentment among the Ouyang Family Martial Artists and could alienate them from the Qian Family afterward.
Still, Qian Ying did not care about it much. Sacrifices were inevitable on an expedition like this. Besides, his motives had been good; he had not proposed those terms out of excessive selfishness. Even if the Ouyang Family Martial Artists were dissatisfied, it did not