Xiaowu exerted her full force in urging her life vitality. She cruised around in the spacious and enormous mountain valley. The Weeping Staff in her hand knocked onto the ground without a moment's pause. The open space in the mountain did not react like how when she usually cast her magic, where some corpses or ghosts would scurry out of the ground. Other than the empty echoes that were produced from the repeated knocking, there was no other movement on the ground.
Qin Zhui listened to the thundering footsteps that were approaching closer and closer. The expression on his face grew more and more anxious. Before his eyes, Xiaowu was already so swift he could not see her shadow, yet there was still not an unusual sign that was seen on Hanba's mountain valley. Fifth Brother Hanba seemed to have no intention of appearing at all. The expression of uncertainty also slowly arose in Nineteen's eyes. She stretched out her delicate hand quietly and held Qin Zhui's hand.
