Mo Shangjun leaned against the door, lazily watching this group of jittery trainees.
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, asking, "Why's everyone staring at me?"
Standing next to Mo Shangjun, Yan Gui timely stepped a bit away from her to avoid the trainees noticing his smirk.
That little piece of bamboo was something Mo Shangjun had picked up casually along the way. She used a small blade to trim it, shaving off the thorns on both ends, then made a hole, and the effect when blown was quite impressive. At any rate, whenever she blew it, the surrounding snakes, insects, rats, birds, and beasts would quickly scatter, the level of disturbance was truly remarkable.
And now, Mo Shangjun was playing with this piece of bamboo here, maybe because she thought it was too noisy and needed some quiet, or maybe she just wanted to play around with them.
Of course, Yan Gui firmly believed — it was both.
"Why are you blowing that thing?" someone stepped up, staring at her and asked.
