By the time Zhang Xiaofan returned to the edge of the cliff, he staggered, and the Fire Poker fell straight to the ground. He dropped to his knees with it, panting violently.
Luo Yunji, meanwhile, hopped aside completely unharmed, with no idea why Zhang Xiaofan had suddenly flown up.
Because Zhang Xiaofan had used every bit of his spiritual power to fly back at top speed, he had not given Little Fatty any time or chance to ask questions, and even now Little Fatty was still puzzled.
"What happened?" Fourth Senior Brother, hearing the commotion, noticed Zhang Xiaofan's state and hurriedly stopped cultivating, running over in concern.
"Down there... down there..." Zhang Xiaofan was panting so hard he could not form a complete sentence.
Fourth Senior Brother turned to look at Little Fatty, and seeing that Little Fatty also looked utterly confused only made him more worried. He had no idea what Zhang Xiaofan had encountered.
Only after Zhang Xiaofan had calmed down and taken a sip of the water Fifth Senior Brother handed him did his emotions ease a little.
"Thank you, Senior Brother!" Zhang Xiaofan thanked Fifth Senior Brother, who waved it off.
"What did you run into? Look how badly it scared you!" Third Senior Brother had also come over by then. Big Yellow and Little Gray, perhaps sensing something, stood in the distance anxiously spinning in circles, yet did not dare approach.
"There are so many yin spirits down there, the kind Fourth Senior Brother mentioned!" Zhang Xiaofan still felt lingering fear when he thought of that number and that cold, eerie feeling.
"You ran into yin spirits?" Third Senior Brother looked at the two little ones in surprise, inwardly marveling at how lucky they were to be alive.
"Yeah! Lots and lots of them! So