Xu Yourong sat back down and took out the Tong Bow and the Wu Arrows, and then lowered her head in silence.
Chen Changsheng slept behind her while countless crystals encircled her.
Time slowly flowed by. The monsters hidden in the grass were slow at the onset, their inborn fear towards her Qi deterring them.
The faint tune of the zither did not grow more frantic, and it did not urge them on. Instead, it grew even calmer, as if placating these monsters.
It soothed the hearts and souls of these monsters, telling them to no longer fear, inspiring them with the courage to overcome their fears.
The surface of the water between the grass suddenly began to fiercely shake. The previous tiny ripples suddenly converged into one, transforming into a towering wave.
The wave rolled across the pile of flattened grass, soaking her knees.
