In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
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"Nephew Qian, Cui'er, take everyone and leave immediately—go as far as you can, and don't look back," the middle-aged Taoist suddenly shouted at Senior Sister Qian, and with a sweep of light from his body, he soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the woman and the one-armed Tuoba.
Seeing this, Senior Sister Qian knew that a formidable enemy was approaching from afar, one that made even Spirit Masters like Uncle Master Zhang change their expression at the sound. Without a second word, she urgently instructed Cui'er.
The two women began to cast spells in haste.
In an instant, the motionless Mystical Boat began to move, shooting out as a blurred sphere of light.
Just then, the screeching noise from afar suddenly intensified several-fold.