But before Huanhuan could react, two faint black shadows descended from midair. The Four Unlike let out a low howl and darted into the forest, no longer daring to bother Zhang Xiaohua.
"Alas~" Zhang Xiaohua sighed. Though he was reluctant to abandon the Four Unlike, and vaguely felt sorry for Ji Xiaohua, who shared his name, his second brother's life was more important after all. At this moment, he could only give it up.
With a beckoning hand, Zhang Xiaohua had Xiaohuang and Xiaohei each perch on one shoulder. Forming a hand seal, he first concealed himself, then rose into the air and flew straight north... Zhang Xiaohua flew extremely fast. In less than two hours, he arrived at an unfamiliar place. It was a desolate wilderness of barren mountains, rarely visited by people. As he traveled onward, his heart stirred, as though he had sensed something. Sweeping his divine sense downward, he saw a party of several dozen, perhaps over a hundred people, following a barely discernible path through the mountains.
"Eh? Aren't these people from the Heavenly Dragon Sect? Why had I run into them? Could the Heavenly Dragon Sect also be in the north?"
Zhang Xiaohua seemed to understand why he had felt something. However, Di Shitian and Meng were clearly not among the crowd, so he could not be bothered to inspect them closely. Just as he was about to withdraw his divine sense, a woman suddenly sprang from the group. After a few leaps, she reached the edge of the mountain path, peered over the deep ravine, and cried, "Garuda, if you refuse to let me go, I... I'll jump down!"
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaohua swept over her with his divine sense. Wasn't this Zhang Ping'er? He could not help but be astonished. "Why was she