"Eh? Why is this happening? Why are they all running down the mountain? And it's so chaotic?" Zhang Xiaohua emerged from the ground and immediately concealed his figure. He watched in surprise as a group of disciples ran down from Jiuhua Peak in a desperate manner. "It's just that the dragon veins underground have become empty, causing the entire Jiuhua Peak to sink a bit. Are they really that scared?"
Then, Zhang Xiaohua pursed his lips, prepared a magic spell with his hands, and was about to fly away when he heard a series of twelve loud "pops". At the waist of Jiuhua Peak, twelve blood-red signals flew into the air.
"What kind of signal is this?" Zhang Xiaohua didn't understand. However, looking at the panic-stricken disciples from Shuyu Hall scattering like frightened tree-monkeys, he laughed and said, "There's nothing dangerous. You guys can escape for now. I... this poor path should be near Xiling Peak, so I won't accompany you."
