Qiao Xixi's expression shifted. She suddenly whipped out a bone knife and viciously stabbed at the Xijing before her.
The "Xijing" before her stared, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Xixi... you, why..."
The panic in Qiao Xixi's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a profound, icy calm.
"They're always listening for me. If I had spoken, Feiyan would have answered immediately. I wouldn't have needed to call out, nor would he have waited for me to turn around to look for him."
The shock in "Xijing's" eyes slowly dissipated, and his handsome face twisted into a hideous, terrifying sneer.
"HEE HEE HEE... very clever, little female. But anyone who enters the Thunder-swallowing Forest is doomed to die! HA HA HA HA!"
"Xixi! Xixi!"
"Illusion, break!"
A familiar scent drifted to her nose. Qiao Xixi's eyes snapped open to meet Jin Ling's, which were filled with worry. A glance to the side revealed that Feiyan and Sunxiao looked grim as well.
