Bai Xiao Zhao still tried to struggle, flailing her arms and legs. "Guh! Let me go, let go! Feng San, watching is one thing, but why are you holding me back too? If we don't pull Brother back, someone's going to eat him-"
Feng San chuckled, carrying Bai Xiao Zhao away. "Perhaps. But His Lordship seems perfectly aware he risks being eaten, yet he's still walking this way. He knows there's a tiger on the mountain, but heads straight for its lair. The tiger wants to eat him, and he wants to serve himself up. He's willing, so stop interfering."
Bai Xiao Zhao gave another "guh," still deeply reluctant.
How could she face Sister Yun Yun now?
Bai Xiao Zhao badly wanted to tip Chu Yunyun off through the Divine Covenant Heavenly Stele, but after hesitating a while, she abandoned the idea.
If she sent that message, she probably wouldn't even get to be made into a vest.
Bai Xiao Zhao regretted it bitterly.
Had she known, she would have been more careful yesterday.
She had actually let slip the matter of Chu Xisheng's secret meeting with Wen Zhuyi.
Now, at the crucial moment, she couldn't do anything to help.
She could only pray inwardly, Sister Yun Yun, hurry here, or it'll be too late-
Little Flathead, however, was very quiet. It stood on Feng San's shoulder, gazing toward the Ice Profound Palace with melancholy, sorrowful eyes.
It felt abandoned.
Chu Xisheng used to take it along no matter what he did, but now its master had left it behind.
Suddenly, Mad Sword Feng San's expression shifted, and he looked down.
The Extreme Eastern Ice City beneath his feet was slowly sinking.
Mad Sword Feng San looked thoughtful. Wen Zhuyi was actually withdrawing the magnetic force of the Primordial Divine