Just as Zhang Xiaofan and He Dazhi were about to start cooking, they heard a tremendous rush of water. A moment later, a massive torrent surged from the other end of the stone passage and swept them straight out of the cave.
"Luo... Yun...ji!" Tian Buyi's thunderous roar came from the far end of the passage.
After that furious shout, not another sound followed. He Dazhi climbed out of the pool with a helpless look, then glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, who was just as bedraggled, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
When Tian Buyi and the others returned to the cave, they saw that everything had been tidied up. The Ghost King and Old Ancestor Fengyue cast envious glances at Tian Buyi.
They wanted a capable disciple like that, too.
The stone table was already laden with delicacies and fine wine. The sight felt so unreal that it was as if they'd been transported to another world.
"How nostalgic!"
It had been less than a few days, yet they were already sick of life on the run and longing for the days they'd once thought boring.
One of the Five Spirits was missing. Zhang Xiaofan looked around and noticed that Lady Jinling wasn't there. Knowing that women loved to keep clean—especially beautiful women—he guessed that she was still washing up.
After a day of rest, the group once again followed Blackheart Elder cautiously, heading deeper into the Forbidden Ground.
By the next day, Tian Buyi and the others finally understood just how terrifyingly dangerous this place was.
A shadow blotted out the sky, completely eclipsing the sunlight. Whenever the air filled with the beating of enormous wings, a fierce gale swept across the ground. And that wasn't all: a fiery-red Qilin slowly rose from beneath the earth. With