Writing in the River

Over there, all the foxes had fled. The martial artists who had leapt outside were naturally unwilling to accept it, but perhaps the stench just now had overwhelmed them too badly; even now, their heads were still muddled and breathing difficult.

Only after another dozen or so breaths did Tie Wen lead the others in using their Lightness Skill to leap onto rooftops and other high places in search of the foxes. Yet no matter how they searched, there was no longer any sign of that group of foxes.

"My lord, they seem to have all run away!"

"What do we do?"

Tie Wen's expression was incomparably grim. His iron hands, like eagle talons, clenched into fists with a creaking sound.

"They are demons, after all. No matter how high our Martial Arts may be, we still fell for it! This is not a place to linger. Let us first return to that banquet hall and take a look, then leave this place at once."

"Yes!"

The group bounded across the rooftops and, before long, returned to the place where they had previously seen the fox demons' Night Banquet. The three people who had originally collapsed inside had already been carried outdoors by the companions left behind, though they still lay on the ground.

"How are they?"

Tie Wen looked at the three people on the ground. Seeing that their chests still rose and fell, he knew they should not be dead. As soon as he asked, Jiang Tong, who had also remained here, immediately answered.

"They are not seriously harmed. They were merely knocked unconscious by the stench, and because they inhaled too much foul air while unconscious, they have yet to awaken. But their pulses are steady and their breathing is sound. They should be fine."

"Mm..."

Tie