The sun at its zenith was sending streams of sunlight into the mountain cave, like transparent pillars of light.
Within the cool cave, Lan Shijin walked back and forth by the entrance, pausing frequently to look through the formation's light curtain out into the outside world, concern evident in her beautiful eyes.
The rest of the group hid deep within the cave, each person armed with a talisman and a magic artifact.
Should anything unexpected happen, they'd respond immediately.
However, they had little confidence in themselves.
If Xu Mu failed, then they were merely making a desperate last stand.
Leng Yuening was the only one still playing with Little Ling'er.
The two pressed their foreheads against each other, taking turns to push and nudge.
From time to time, Little Ling'er would burst into giggles.
Zhang Yu, grandson of Old Man Zhang, watched them with an envious gaze from time to time.
His hand didn't grasp a talisman but held a stone.
