Li Ping'an sighed inwardly.
As he had guessed, the Holy Mother would certainly not stand by and watch Hou Tu suffer such a miserable fate without intervening.
'Master, let's go over.'
Qing Su nodded gently and followed beside Li Ping'an.
Countless pitch-black arms reached out from the underground dark waters, while ink-colored raindrops fell from the sky. The master and disciple were wrapped in two layers of immortal essence, and they moved forward, resembling two torches accompanying each other through the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.
They arrived at the location of the flickering light, where Li Ping'an crouched down, observing the beautiful woman curled up within the flame.
That was Hou Tu.
'Holy Mother Hou Tu?'
'Daoist friend?'
'Ancestor Witch Hou Tu?'
Li Ping'an called out softly a few times, but the flame gave no response.
Qing Su suddenly said, 'The children are all hungry.'
'Hmm?'
