Ji Fei’s flying sword was fast as lightning. It made a melodious, long moan as it surged rapidly towards the Miao stockade village. Suddenly a trail of bright, red flames snarled from within the Miao stockade village and intercepted Ji Fei’s flying sword firmly in midair. The crisp sound of a cross strike was heard and the old monk made a muffled humph as his face flashed a ghastly shade of white.
A plump, wealthy-mannered young married woman circled out from behind the fire altar with a smile. She gently pinched the wicked witch Chi Liang’s cheek and chuckled with a sweet girlish voice, "Set your mind at ease while you cast the spell, I will handle the rest." Upon saying that, she started walking with light and fast footsteps. She did not have a wide pace but she had reached the door of the stockade village with only one or two steps.
