They had a smooth passing through Han Cui Ridge, and the "One Line Sky" that was blocked at the time had not changed yet. The huge stone thrown on the side of the road by Zhang Xiaohua still stood tall in the wind. As the carriage passed by, Lu Chaoxian sighed and said, "The ferocious beasts were so fierce, but I wonder if those disciples who helped us are still safe and sound? I hope they haven't fallen into the mouths of the beasts too."
"Bad luck!" While Zhang Xiaohua furiously rubbed his nose, he grumbled in his stomach, "As a young hero, I saved you guys several times, so why don't you wish me well?"
He reluctantly said, "Since those people have high martial arts skills, they must be fine."
"That's not necessarily true." Lu Chaoxian put on an "expert" face and said, "This huge stone only proves their strength but doesn't indicate high martial arts skills. When faced with so many ferocious beasts, what use is physical strength?"
