The swift retreat of the white-robed man and his party soon restored the valley to its former quiet.
The people present were all cautious. They waited where they were for a while, and only after the auras had completely vanished did they return.
But the doubts on their faces were no less than those of the Devil Race. Xi Jing looked at Feng Xuanzhi, the question in his eyes unmistakable. The latter could only shake his head with a helpless smile, evidently at a loss to explain what had happened.
The four could only exchange wry smiles. Once Ling Xiaoxiao had withdrawn the imposing shadow behind her, they made their way over.
Feng Wanqing was the first to ask, "Lord Xiao Xiao, why did the Devil Race retreat so quickly? They don't seem like the sort to give up just because they've been threatened a little."
Ling Xiaoxiao drew a deep breath and shook her head. Her expression grew more complicated, and only after a moment did she reply slowly, "If they hadn't left, they really would have died here. But then the Heavenly Emperor Treasure Pagoda would have shattered, too."
Her words seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving everyone slightly stunned. They felt they had caught hold of something important, yet still didn't quite understand.
As they were talking, Jin Shanshan and the others inside the formation saw the Source Spirit Bird appear out of the blue, then watched the members of the Devil Race flee one after another. Unable to hold back their curiosity, they all rushed out and pointed at the baffling scene, asking, "What happened? Why did the Source Spirit Bird come out on her own? And why did those beasts retreat?"
"Exactly!" Xi Boyun nodded repeatedly and asked with a wry smile, "Didn't that