Pei Ye looked at the girl's beautiful face with disheveled hair in front of him and silently dismissed his own recent thought.
Exploring what a "Sword State" was with her was far from easy. In just a brief moment, his muscles, True Qi, and mind had all been pushed to their peaks. Furthermore, with his injuries that had not yet healed, it was almost like reliving the night after the fight with Wu Zaigu.
And Wu Zaigu would not have made him mimic the calls of animals.
Cui Zhaoye, still standing in front of him, blinked, seemingly actually waiting for him to make a call. Changsun Jue was more reliable; he stood up, tried to pull out his sword without success, and walked over to take Cui Zhaoye by the arm and stretched to the side.
In truth, the reason for their failure was simple—they could neither see the group they wished to reach nor find a definite path to it. They had simply followed the girl's initial idea and gained some experience.
