Dust filled the sky, swirling in a tumultuous dance with the dim yellow soil and the chaotic black Demon Qi. Countless dark shadows darted back and forth, but if Yang Zhen and the Nine Dragons Saint wished to hide, how could these people possibly find them?
Secluded within the depths of a grand mountain, within a huge cave that Yang Zhen had somehow produced, the Nine Dragons Saint still hadn't come to terms with their situation, wearing a dumbfounded expression and asking oddly, "Did we just come in like that?"
"What else did you think?" Yang Zhen curled his lips and said, "If it's something that can be solved with brains, then don't use fists. That's something a great expert from our village once said."
"That seems to make some sense, but who is this expert from your village?" the Nine Dragons Saint asked, furrowing his brow, earnestly curious.
"Our orphanage director, the director of the orphanage!" Yang Zhen answered solemnly.
