Taking advantage of this momentary disorientation, Li Hua launched herself upward in a perfect arc, her daggers flashing with concentrated essence as she severed the main vines holding the disciple. As the unconscious woman began to fall, Li Hua manifested wind essence that materialized as swirling currents beneath her. The gentle whirlwind caught the disciple mid-fall, cradling her limp form and carrying her safely away from the bubbling pool toward where Mo Xing stood.
Gently, Li Hua laid the disciple down beside him. But before Li Hua could extract herself from the operation, the plant's central mass erupted in rage. Dozens of tendrils thicker than a person's arm shot upward, targeting the person who had dared to interfere with its feeding.
