Wen Leyang felt the hairs on his head stood up. Like a hen noticing a venomous serpent, he spread his arms and frantically shielded Wen Xiaoyi, Chi Maojiu and the others behind him. They retreated frantically.
Ever since they entered the stone forest, Wen Leyang’s spiritual sense had been keeping a close eye on his surroundings. He never expected to hear someone talking softly beside his ear out of the blue.
Only when Wen Leyang cried out in a hoarse voice that the others notice a stranger had appeared among them. They burst out in shock.
A maiden, around nineteen years of age with several green long silks like those used by Leyang Shoujin wrapped around her body in a random fashion, was curiously eyeing them with askance.
