Meng Fuyao squeezed herself between the slit of the door, watching as Shadow Blade raised his head to look at the cross dresser hanging above with a strange expression in his eyes and he looked as if he were slightly shaking his head. After that, he prepared to fly up.

"Don't go there!"

With a "ping", the stone door was pushed open, and a slender black silhouette came flying out, first kicking away the stepping stool hidden under cross dresser Xuanyuan Min's feet. Xuanyuan Min gave an astonished shout as he dangled for real this time, and Meng Fuyao had already flown outside and banged into Shadow Blade—"It's a trap!"

The force in which she had rushed forward was like a cannon, and Shadow Blade had his attention focused on Xuanyuan Min and was unguarded against her. As such, she had managed to launch herself into his chest, and he reached out instinctively to grab her shoulder but did not let go. In the flurry of events, he raised his head and glanced at the dangling Xuanyuan Min o