If once could be called a coincidence, what about the second time? The third?
Dongfang Minghui stumbled along as Seventh Sister dragged her through the Thousand Family Back Mountain. The paths here were not clear, broad roads, but wound through enclosing trees. Without a guide, anyone could easily lose their way without even realizing it.
She did not know the way to begin with. Now, watching bolt after bolt of lightning strike at them as though deliberately targeting them, she even wondered whether Seventh Sister had taken a wrong turn. Were they getting closer and closer to the center of the advancement?
Apparently, if someone was advancing and you failed to keep your distance, the lightning would strike you along with them.
Wasn't that exactly what was happening now?
"S-Seventh Sister."
"Don't be afraid. The lightning is just playing with us." Qian Wanyu spoke softly, but her brows were tightly knitted as she spoke with Qing Mo in her soul sea. "Could it be that because Little White Ball is advancing, this lightning doesn't care who it hits and wants to strike me too?"
"Normally, it wouldn't. But Little White Ball has a drop of your blood, and your auras are somewhat similar. It isn't strange that it would strike you."
"That can happen?"
Qian Wanyu suddenly stopped and looked up. After the first three bolts, the fourth that had gathered in the sky came twisting straight down toward them, swift and merciless. She shifted position only at the instant it fell. The bolt struck an empty patch of ground just over a meter away, blasting it full of craters. Powerful lightning still crackled around their edges. "Perfect. I wanted to temper myself anyway. Go."
Dongfang Minghui was pushed three meters away. Had a bamboo stalk not caught her around