The next moment.
The wooden sword returned from its motion, striking like a dragon swinging its tail, dealing Xing Yun a heavy blow to the head that sent him tumbling off the stone stool, facing up towards the sky.
"Well struck!"
Gu Shen clucked in admiration, immediately agreeing and giving a thumbs-up quietly flattering his senior sister.
Nonsense!
Tomb Ghost silently shed tears.
Wasn't this woman's ability Lan Qie, to listen to the voice of the wind? He merely made a gesture, how could she have caught it?
"You underestimated her."
Someone hurriedly entered from outside.
It was Gu Nanfeng and Luo Yu, the two had just returned from outside, looking travel-worn, obviously busy with something.
