Mystic Response Hall

Shen Hui searched through the city full of green vines for a long while, and gradually formed an understanding.

The vines here crisscrossed and tangled, threads pulling at threads.

They seemed unrelated, yet in truth they shared the same roots and branches, all stemming from a single source.

Though they were quite far apart,

the instant Zhao Kun and the others were ensnared by the green vines, he sensed it.

He had originally intended to casually fish those people back, but on second thought, he held back his sword light.

Those fools could serve nicely to probe the origins of the green vines for him.

If he could follow the direction in which they were being dragged and find the other party's hiding place, it would save him much trouble.

So he simply watched in silence.

Sure enough, the green vines rolled the people up one after another into the air, then linked them into a string and dragged them toward the western side of the city at astonishing speed.

"West of the city... Mystic Response Hall?"

Shen Hui pondered briefly, intending to watch how things unfolded.

But then he saw the green vines drag them into a ruined ancestral hall and bind them between the beams and pillars.

Several new vines then emerged from the darkness, thin as bamboo chopsticks, translucent jade-green, their tips sharp as needles as they slowly reached toward the crowns of the captives' heads.

Those people had long since fainted and knew nothing of the world.

Only Miss Zhu retained a shred of awareness. She barely cracked open her eyelids and vaguely saw those jade-green vine tips looming ever larger before her eyes.

"Ah, what a pity."

Shen Hui sighed.

He opened his eyes and said only, "Go."

Red Calamity answered the call, swift as