"I have activated the fog formation, and they must not be allowed to enter here." Lingduan changed his usual expression and said seriously. That was because at the foot of the mountain in the distance, eight figures were flying from far to near, tapping the treetops with their toes.
As he spoke, a thin mist began to appear in the forest at the foot of the mountain. In a short while, the valley would be surrounded by thick fog.
"Hurry up, time waits for no one. Yuan Zhuo's side is running out of time. This is just some ordinary vendetta. Let them go." Changge lazily lay down on the rock next to him and said nonchalantly.
"Huh? That young man seems to be a man disguised as a woman, tsk tsk... What a pity," Ling Duan said with a light ejection and smacked his lips.
But the speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested. As soon as Ling Duan finished speaking, Chang Ge picked up the Qianjun stick and hurried down the mountain quickly.
"Hey, little bastard, what are you doing? The fog formation is about to be completed," Ling Duan noticed Chang Ge's movements and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Life is precious. I can save every one. I can't just sit idly by. Don't worry! I will rush back before the magic circle is fully activated." Changge didn't look back, leaving only an afterimage and running downwards.
Intention: There are always some people and things that will be ignored as we move forward, but in fact they should be cherished more, and never forget the original intention! Cherish what you have at the moment!
