"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Clear, ringing sword cries echoed incessantly in Wang Ba's ears.
Stirred by the sound, Wang Ba opened his eyes in a daze.
Then he suddenly realized something, and his eyes widened.
"Bu Chan!"
He abruptly sat up.
Only then did he discover that he was lying in a rather new, yet extremely crude-and even somewhat ugly-wooden hut.
One glance was enough for Wang Ba to be certain that Bu Chan had not made it.
The wooden huts his junior sister built were nowhere near this ugly.
Could Senior Brother have made it?
The thought involuntarily rose in Wang Ba's mind.
Before passing out, he had vaguely glimpsed a familiar Sword Light.
The place where he had fought Yuan Wenzhi was already very close to Zhao Feng's location. The person who could have arrived at that moment was most likely Zhao Feng.
At that thought,
Wang Ba quickly swept his gaze around and found the wooden hut completely empty.
There was not even any straw laid beneath him.
It was outrageously crude.
This only strengthened Wang Ba's conviction in his guess.
He reached up to check and immediately discovered that his Storage Bag, Storage Ring, and Spirit Beast Bag were all present.
His divine sense swept through the Spirit Beast Bag, and his heart immediately eased.
Not a single spirit beast inside was missing.
"Boli?"
In a corner of the Spirit Beast Bag, Wang Ba spotted a milky-yellow parrot.
It was Bu Chan's little pet, Boli.
However, perhaps because it had pecked at a third-tier Law Artifact earlier, its once-sharp beak now had a large notch in it.
Although the injury was not fatal, it had badly marred its looks.
Fortunately, with proper care, this sort of injury would heal before too long.
But Wang Ba's heart