The wooden house that was wrapped in vines was still slashed open by the lightning. Rain poured into the house, and it was instantly wet.
Xue Fanxin saw the terrifying lightning and wind in the night sky from the large hole in the roof. She was extremely nervous and worried. She quickly used the Wood Spirit Art to repair the roof.
Why did the lightning keep striking at her?
Could it be that Ah Jiu's whereabouts had been exposed?
That was impossible, right?
Just as Xue Fanxin was feeling extremely worried, in a mysterious place, a middle-aged man in a golden robe was examining where Xue Fanxin was, searching every corner carefully.
As long as that person was here, no matter where he was hiding, no matter what array formations and mechanisms were protecting him, he could find him.
As long as a person who was affected by the power of heavenly punishment was still in this world, it was useless even if they tore through space to hide.
