There was no getting rid of Ning Yue, so Han Sen had to bring her with him. Gu Qingcheng, Elysian Moon, Bao'er, and the little red bird also came along. Fang Qing Yu decided to stay behind.
The further into the depths they went, the scarier the wind became. Whenever the wind blew, not even Gu Qingcheng and Elysian Moon could keep their balance. They didn't know why the wind was becoming so strong as they went deeper.
For there to be so much wind, there had to be a windy exit. But when he looked down, what was seen was a hellish crack. No air could escape.
Ning Yue was scared, but she was unaffected. The little green sword she wielded kept the scary wind from getting close to her.
"I wonder what that little green sword is? Its abilities are too scary," Han Sen said with a sigh.
As Han Sen was thinking, the white tiger suddenly disappeared. It was like it had just vanished into thin air.
