At this moment, Huo Furong secretly transmitted, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, no one on all of Fire Fierce Mountain dares disobey Great-Grandfather's words. Moreover, he has never lightly acted against low-level cultivators. For him to behave like this now, he must have made up his mind! I know how you and Sister Xue feel, and I do not wish to tear you apart either. But circumstances press upon us. I think... perhaps we should first bend and yield. Once the three Great-Grandfathers are reassured, we can coax them into happiness and have them release the four of us. Then you and Sister Xue can fly far away together and hurry back to the Thunder Control Sect. Would they really chase you all the way to Thunder Peak?"
Xiao Hua's heart stirred. This was not a bad solution. After all, dual cultivation was not something that could be accomplished in a moment; many things still had to be prepared. If he and Xue Xue simply left, what could they do?
But just as Xiao Hua was about to nod, his heart stirred again as he recalled Huo Paikong's "a tyrant forcibly drawing the bow." He quietly conveyed this concern to Huo Furong. Seeing her face flush crimson as she lowered her head slightly, he knew his misgivings were entirely justified. Three Nascent Soul cultivators who had lived for thousands of years—how could they possibly be fooled so easily by the two of them? If they tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it, it would be too late for regrets!
"Then what should we do?" Huo Furong was at her wits' end.
At this moment, Xue Xue in the other quiet room abruptly raised her head, terror appearing on her face. "Fellow Daoist Huo, quickly!" Xiao