Su Qingxue was silent for a moment.
She always felt that Zheng Longhai reminded her of someone else.
But she was never sure.
But if it's that person, perhaps there really is hope...
At this moment, Zhiqing suddenly stopped on a tree trunk.
Seeing this, the other younger members also stopped.
"Master, what's wrong?" Su Qingxue asked, standing on a leaf.
"You can cover me here," Zhiqing said. "We're almost at the edge of the barrier, where there are bound to be enemies lying in ambush. It's too dangerous. Let me go alone."
"Is this alright, Master?"
Tianwu and Zichu seemed somewhat worried.
“Their main fighting force has been drawn away, so I’m still fairly confident,” Zhiqing said. “You should go back now.”
Su Qingxue nodded: "Alright then, let's go back first. Please be careful, Master."
"Heh, go back? Go back where?"
A strange, hoarse, demonic voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone's expression changed.
They sensed that more than one powerful demonic aura was gathering towards them!
Zhiqing slowly raised his head, his eyes solemn.
Three men dressed in strange black clothes and with resolute faces appeared above and in front of the woods.
However, these three people were clearly not human; each of them had a pair of black bone wings on their backs, which were slowly flapping behind them.
"Old bald monk, and a few children."
The resolute man in black flew through the air, his eyes looking down on the viewer. He chuckled and said, "We want to inquire about someone. You'd better tell us the truth."
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