"What do you think?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
Ouyang Xiu fell silent at once.
"What do we do, then?"
"We grit our teeth and keep moving forward," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"You don't seem afraid at all," Ouyang Xiu said bitterly.
"I even feel like you came here to sightsee."
"What's there to fear? It's not time to be afraid yet," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
He strode straight ahead.
At that moment, the sounds of fighting came from not far ahead.
"Let's go take a look," Ouyang Xiu said.
As the two drew closer, they discovered a group of people besieging a green tiger.
The tiger was highly bizarre.
Why was it bizarre?
Because it was not a real tiger, but formed from a puddle of green liquid.
The liquid had no fixed shape.
When others' attacks landed on it, they seemed to melt away like water.
They were all swallowed clean.
That was truly strange.
Although the tiger was being besieged by a group, it remained firmly in the upper hand.
Xu Zimo happened to recognize this group.
It was Hong Ruhai, whom Ouyang Xiu had introduced to him before, one of the top hundred on the Supreme Ranking.
At this moment, Hong Ruhai held an especially massive spiked club.
The entire group relied on him to hold the front line. Otherwise, they would have long since been eaten by the tiger.
When they saw Xu Zimo and Ouyang Xiu, the group seemed to have seen saviors and shouted, "Fellow Daoists, save us!"
"Should we save them?" Ouyang Xiu asked, looking at Xu Zimo.
"Are you very familiar with them?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
Ouyang Xiu smiled awkwardly.
"Not really."
Seeing that Xu Zimo and Ouyang Xiu had no intention of helping, Hong