The originally fast-moving Zhou Qing seemed to sense something, suddenly controlling his flying sword to stop in mid-air.
Then, he cautiously drew out his Tetanus and looked around vigilantly.
"Your awareness is quite high!" A soft yet eerie voice came from below.
It was Sima Demoness, wielding her scarlet glowing sickle, gracefully rising into the air.
She stopped steadily, gazing at Zhou Qing with a sneering smile, that smile as deadly as a night-blooming mandrake flower.
As Zhou Qing saw her clearly, his pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief, and he fumbled in panic.
"Fairy, you've mistaken me for someone else!" Zhou Qing forced himself to stay calm, said this one line, and turned his back to flee desperately.
Sima Demoness snorted coldly, not in a rush to chase him. Instead, she ordered the black-robed men to hide in the pool under the waterfall. Then she began to pursue him, like a cat playing with a mouse.
