Moxi walked slowly at first, but her pace quickened, leaping and darting through the forest like a beautiful female leopard.
Fortunately, Zuan and his group had recovered quite a bit of their health along the way, so they weren't left behind.
As the group of people traversed the winding mountain paths, a valley suddenly opened up before them, filled with the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.
The group was secretly amazed; the spiritual energy here was almost comparable to what it felt like before the path between heaven and man was severed.
At this moment, a series of strange sounds came from ahead. They were somewhat jarring, but not too sharp or unpleasant, and even had a faint sense of rhythm.
"What is this?" Yun Jianyue felt that the voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.
Yu Yanluo and Yan Xuehen clearly shared the same doubts, their expressions showing great distress.
“That’s the sound of silk being torn,” Zuan said, looking in the direction of Moxi’s daughter, wondering if it was really as he had guessed.
Soon, Meixi arrived in the valley. A high platform appeared in front of her, with colorful silks hanging everywhere, as if she had entered a dyeing workshop.
Right in the center, a stunningly beautiful figure was faintly visible. With their cultivation levels, the group quickly discerned what the other person was doing.
She was tearing pieces of silk beside her, holding them to her ears, listening to the tearing sound, and a hint of pleasure appeared on her face.
A large pile of torn fabric fragments had accumulated on the ground. Yan Yunyu and the other two women wondered if this woman had gone mad, tearing up silk to play with it.
Could a normal brain do something like this?
However, they suddenly froze, and then a chill ran through their bodies from their backs, because they could now see the woman's face clearly.
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She looks exactly like Moxi from Zuan!
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