Zhang Xiaofan came to the edge of the barrier. Keeping one eye on the bonfire a short distance away, he began digging a hole at the barrier's edge, hoping to guide the smoke outside.
"If you dig a hole like that, what if the Ice Mist comes in? Won't the shield be useless then?" Old Ancestor Fengyue noticed what Zhang Xiaofan was doing and hurriedly warned him.
"What should I do, then?" Zhang Xiaofan looked at the old ancestor and asked.
None of them had any solution. The best option was to put out the fire! But how could Zhang Xiaofan agree to that? He would rather dig a hole and let the Ice Mist in than let the fire go out. Luo Yunji's food was simmering over it!
He Dazhi's Mountain and River Fan couldn't contain smoke. It could only fan the air!
In the end, the Ghost King had no choice but to bring out the Dragon-Subduing Tripod and start drawing the smoke out of the shield.
Seeing the helpless, frustrated look on the Ghost King's face, Old Ancestor Fengyue badly wanted to tease him. But survival came first. If he really angered the Ghost King into a fit of shame and rage and the man put away the Dragon-Subduing Tripod, they'd be waiting to choke to death!
With nothing else to do, He Dazhi slipped off to the side, turned his back to everyone, and took out his brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone to capture this rare sight in a painting!
Tian Buyi truly didn't know what to do about his two junior disciples. Compared with their senior brothers, these two youngsters were a real headache when it came to dealing with people and situations. But their cultivation was impressive, and that pleased Tian Buyi greatly.
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