Luo Yunji had thought that sending Zhang Xiaofan and He Dazhi back would keep them safe.
But he had forgotten something!
He had forgotten to retrieve the Flowing Cloud Hairpin!
Zhang Xiaofan hadn't wanted to, but the senior brothers had all insisted on coming along. He understood that they were just as worried about Luo Yunji as he was.
To put it plainly, aside from Sixth Senior Brother Du Bishu, who treated the two of them like playmates of his own age, the other senior brothers all regarded them as juniors, even watching over them as if they were their own sons.
Of course, Zhang Xiaofan had always stayed by Luo Yunji's side to look after him, and the senior brothers recognized his abilities, so they didn't usually make it obvious. But if danger really came, they would absolutely risk their lives for the two of them.
Fortunately, once they reached the Imperial City, this Forbidden Spirit Land, they were without spiritual power. But they had never stopped training their bodies and strength.
As for Twelve Steps, apart from Zhang Xiaofan, the others had all made great progress during this time.
They had no trouble running in a straight line. The main problem was still turning and changing direction.
Zhang Xiaofan had mastered it completely because of his left leg.
But they could all manage to sprint in a straight line across the lake now, and they weren't slow, either.
Luo Yunji tugged at the Black Silk behind his head and found it tangled up with his hair. Some of it had even stuck to his scalp. He grimaced as he pulled at it.
Fortunately, the Black Silk didn't seem to be harming him.
Luo Yunji had neither the time nor the means to deal with the Black Silk right