"Master has only come to reclaim what belongs to him. Why must you insist on standing in his way?" Hou Shan looked at Shen Luo and Elder Wuming, sighed softly, and asked.
"The entrance is there. When the chance comes, go in through the ear canal." Elder Wuming did not answer. He raised a hand and pointed at the giant's right ear above, transmitting his voice.
Shen Luo nodded silently.
"Go." Elder Wuming gave a low shout and shot upward.
The instant he took flight, his body seemed to be shrouded in an illusory sheen. After flashing once, it bent the traces of light in the surrounding void, rendering his figure hazy and indistinct.
Seeing this, Hou Shan gave a "heh heh" laugh. He leaped down from Chi Man'er's giant pillar and raised a delicately embroidered Cold Plum Silk Fan.
He moved with the coy grace of a woman, pinching the fan's handle between two fingers before fiercely sweeping it through the air before him.
The cold plum blossoms on the fan blazed with purple light, spewing out thick waves of smoke that obscured a vast stretch of space ahead and swallowed Elder Wuming, whose body was hidden within the illusory light.
The next instant, although no open flame was visible, the purple smoke erupted with intense heat.
A series of cracking sounds rang out. Elder Wuming flew backward from the purple smoke, his robes riddled with scorched holes and trailing wisps of smoke.
Shen Luo frowned slightly, vaguely discerning what was happening.
The purple smoke resembled the thick fumes of a volcanic eruption, mixed with scorching embers and even containing lava Fire Poison capable of destroying one's lungs.
When Hou Shan saw Elder Wuming break free, he waved the round fan again. The spreading purple smoke immediately condensed into