Having heard True Lord Huode's suggestion, Zhai Xingzi pondered briefly. True Lord Huode had mentioned this before, and Zhai Xingzi had long regarded Xiao Hua as an unworthy scum of the Daoist sect. Now that True Lord Huode had lost his natal magic treasure, his divine abilities would naturally be weakened by several degrees. Having him take the lead truly would accomplish little. In the past, Zhai Xingzi could still have stepped back and let True Lord Huode try, but this time there was indeed no extra time. Even if he harbored some misgivings, he could only compromise.
"Good!" Zhai Xingzi nodded and pointed ahead. "Fellow Daoist Huode, go to the other side. We shall attack from both flanks... Who???"
At that moment, a faint starlight suddenly flowed through Zhai Xingzi's eyes. He raised his head to look toward the cloudscape blanketed in flames in the distance, only to see half a face, poised between anger and delight, flash past between two clouds!
"Ah..." It was as though Zhai Xingzi had been struck by heavenly lightning. In an instant, his body felt weightless, and he could not breathe through his mouth or nose, as if countless mountains and ravines had been forcibly stuffed into his chest!
This... this... this face feels so familiar. This person makes my heart stir so fiercely. This person... where have I seen her before? Zhai Xingzi's mind turned heaven and earth upside down as he desperately searched for memories of that half-face. Yet no matter how he recalled, he could not find where he had seen it. But the ache in his heart clearly told him that he knew this person, and that she was deeply engraved upon his heart.
"Fellow Daoist Zhai Xing?" True Lord Huode had not seen that half-face, but he was