Qian Wanyu did not argue. She stepped in front of Mo Ce, shielding him behind her. "Our agreement was that you would take us to the center of Dragon-Trapping Valley, and I would tell you where the Dragon-Trapping Seal was."
"You broke your promise first. How can you blame me for going back on my word?"
Fake Jing Kewei sneered. "I broke my promise?"
"There are nine entrances here. You clearly know which is safest, yet you backed out at the last moment. Either you fear the danger here, or even you cannot be certain which entrance leads where I want to go. If that isn't breaking your promise, what is?" Qian Wanyu cast him a disdainful glance.
Fake Jing Kewei narrowed his eyes and studied her for a while. "I never realized you had such a sharp tongue. Tell me where the Dragon-Trapping Seal is, and I guarantee you a smooth journey."
Qian Wanyu unexpectedly lashed her Water-Thunder Whip at him. As he stepped back, she grabbed Mo Ce and swiftly ducked into an entrance. They had barely entered before two swords nearly sliced off their heads. Both rolled awkwardly across the ground.
They narrowly dodged the two sharp blades.
Clang-
Pain shot through the web of Mo Ce's hand. His palm went numb, and his sword nearly flew from his grip.
Qian Wanyu's Water-Thunder Whip coiled around her opponent's sword hand. She tugged, but her opponent did not budge. The two gatekeepers were extremely short, barely reaching her chest, yet their fighting prowess was formidable.
"They're the Dragon Clan's lowest-ranking guardian warriors," Qing Mo added from her Soul Sea. "Dragon Clan records mention a race much like the Dwarffolk, called gnomes. They were extraordinarily ugly, cunning by nature, and committed every evil imaginable-arson, injury, plunder. All the great