The Oracle who had stopped Wu Qi from bringing Ao Buzun and the dragon python sisters into the Secret Palace was sitting cross-legged beneath a stone pillar outside the entrance. The dragon python sisters had coiled up together calmly, their bodies shrunk to about a foot long each. They were carefully glancing at the surroundings, seemingly curious about everything here.
But, Ao Buzun was in a sorry plight. Sprawling on the ground, he was cursing the Oracle's ancestors at the top of his voice.
Just now, Wu Qi had tied his mouth up by using his own body, but it did not take him too much of an effort to undo the complex bow. Subsequently, he was quite restless and wild: he was either making obscene comments about the appearances of the female Oracles walking past them, or was constantly trying to sneak into the Secret Palace.
