Every ten meters there was a stone stele; standing behind one, you basically couldn't see anything else.
"Young Master Wu Yue?"
Meng Weihan called out three times in a row before Wu Yue finally came back to himself.
"Elder Meng."
"What is Young Master Wu Yue thinking about?" Meng Weihan was holding the fainted-from-pain Yan Hongni, his expression somewhat gloomy.
Wu Yue's mind was full of the last scene he had seen.
That person who was suddenly frozen in place, turned into dust between that little girl's fingers opening and closing.
Accompanied by fine silver light, it rustled down onto the ground.
He didn't know why those people's cultivation had suddenly increased; even dealing with them had been difficult.
Why could she kill people so easily?
"Nothing." Wu Yue didn't mention what he'd just seen: "Chuzheng… is she still alright?"
"The bone wasn't hurt." Meng Weihan was nervous about Yan Hongni; when he spoke of her his expression couldn't help but soften.
