Han Fen hummed a tune no one had ever heard before, picked up a pebble, and hurled it hard at the towering cliff, startling everyone nearby.
The pebble flew more than ten zhang, struck the cliff with a crisp sound, then bounced and rolled all the way down.
Everyone knew Han Fen was a disciple of Moonlight Hall, a peculiar "prisoner." No one wanted to engage with her; they merely cast her disgruntled looks. They were all eagerly awaiting the Dragon King and Instructor Shangguan, and the pebble had thoroughly ruined the mood.
Still dissatisfied, Han Fen ignored the dozen or so stares and suddenly shouted, "Dragon King, hurry down! I'm so bored!"
Dugu Xian jumped in alarm and hurriedly said, "Don't shout. Xiaoxin, you'll attract the enemy."
"Bring the enemy here?"
"We're not far from Qianqi Pass. There might be enemy scouts nearby..."
Han Fen was delighted. She shouted even louder, "Come on, enemies! The Dragon King is here!"
Her voice carried far, echoing without end.
Dugu Xian had no idea what Han Fen was capable of. His face changed drastically. With so few guards around him, he had no choice but to turn to Nie Zeng and Tie Linglong for help.
Nie Zeng gripped his saber and walked to within seven paces of Han Fen. "Stop shouting," he said coldly.
Han Fen grinned at him. "Little Nie Zeng, aren't you bored? Wouldn't it be fun to lure over a few enemies?"
"No need." Nie Zeng tightened his grip on his saber.
Dugu Xian regretted asking Nie Zeng for help. He had always kept his distance from the Dragon King's guards, wary of their habit of drawing their blades for no reason. He came over and coughed twice. "Let's talk this out. There's no need to draw a weapon..."