Upon hearing this call, everyone in the Heroic Sakura Association imdiately put down what they were doing. Their eyes, filled with reverence and trust, quickly converged towards Shi Feiyang, highlighting Shi Feiyang’s unshakeable absolute authority within the Heroic Sakura Association.
Gong Sing, Lin Wanqing, "Iron Palm" Wu Zhong, "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen, "Iron Flute Scholar" Xiang Kun, "Barrel" Lu Dechu, "Bamboo Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Divine Archer" Miao nlong, "Plum Blossom Dart" Shan Zhi and others, upon hearing Shi Feiyang’s powerful call, moved quickly like well-trained soldiers towards the source of the voice.
At that mont, the mountain wind was like a group of mischievous spirits frolicking happily through the dense forest, rustling the leaves like a grand and majestic symphony playing a vibrant natural tune.
The reeds by the creek swayed gently in the wind like whispering maidens, rustling softly as if revealing so mysterious secret unknown to others. An eagle soared freely in the distant sky, its sharp, prolonged call piercing the tranquil vastness, adding a touch of bold and unrestrained majesty to this land.
The crowd quickly gathered around Shi Feiyang, each with different expressions.
So were anxious, rubbing their hands incessantly, their palms already sweaty, trying to ease the tide-like nervousness within through this chanical motion.
So were stern, arms crossed, brows furrowed tightly, their expressions grave, eyes deep, evidently concentrating on the impending serious challenge.
Shi Feiyang lowered his voice, steady and resolute, as if containing boundless strength. As he spoke, he carefully drew on the ground with his finger, laying out a plan in detail on how to turn the tables.
His gaze was focused and wise, like the brightest star in the night sky, every movent and every word exuding a strong confidence that everything was under his control.
From ti to ti, the crowd nodded in agreent, their heads bobbing up and down like pecking chicks. Occasionally, they exchanged low voices of discussion, their voices intermingling with the wind, waterfall, and birdsong, forming a tense yet hopeful lody echoing through the forest.
Listening to Shi Feiyang’s plan, a weight was finally lifted from Gong Sing’s heart, and she couldn’t help but sigh in relief, lightly patting her chest as she remarked, "Husband, I really thought you’d been bewitched by Liu Tingting’s wicked beauty again, but you knew all along she had evil intentions? Haha, that’s wonderful!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she had blurted out too much, her face flushing red like a ripe apple, almost to the point of dripping blood. She hurriedly covered her cheeks with her hands, her eyes full of embarrassnt and awkwardness, like a startled fawn at a loss.
The crowd was first stunned, and then erupted into laughter.
"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong laughed so hard he was rolling back and forth, clutching his belly tightly as his body shook violently, almost unable to straighten up. His hearty laughter resonated in the valley, startling the surrounding leaves to fall as if infected by his joy.
"Barrel" Lu Dechu laughed until his face turned red, vigorously slapping his round belly and gasping for breath. His laughter mixed with the gurgling stream nearby, sounding particularly cheerful and loud, as if filling the entire valley with a festive atmosphere.
Gong Sing, even more embarrassed, shot a fierce glare at the laughing crowd, stomped her foot, and ran off in a fluster, her steps urgent as if sothing terrifying was chasing her.
After leaving the crowd, Gong Sing headed straight to the Vermilion Bird’s side. The Vermilion Bird, sensing her emotions, affectionately nudged her shoulder with its head, its movent gentle and warm, as if silently comforting her.
Gong Sing gently caressed the Vermilion Bird’s splendid feathers, smooth and delicate, radiating an enchanting sheen like high-grade silk.
She nimbly mounted its back, gripping tightly with her legs, holding onto the Vermilion Bird’s feathers with one hand, and whispered, "Let’s go, let’s find out Liu Tingting’s whereabouts."
The Vermilion Bird let out a long, clear cry, resembling a triumphant bugle call, its powerful wings unfurling and stirring a strong gust of wind, soaring with a "whoosh" into the sky, as if ready to break through the clouds, ascending to the heavens.
Sitting on the Vermilion Bird’s back, Gong Sing’s hair was whipped by the wild wind, flying freely like black silk, dancing in the air.
She squinted her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a torch, searching back and forth across the vast forest below.
At this mont, a few white, cotton-like clouds drifted leisurely across the sky, adorably fluffy under the gentle sunlight, lazily floating, creating a magical yet stark contrast to her urgent exploration journey.
In the distance, wisps of smoke rose gracefully from a few household chimneys at the foot of the mountain, adding a touch of warmth and life to the serene forest, as if narrating the beauty and tranquility of ordinary life.
anwhile, "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen also utilized the Feixu Qingyan Technique, his entire body floating through the air like a wisp of ethereal smoke.
His movents were light and agile, his feet lightly touching the branches, creating a faint "rustle" sound. The branches swayed slightly upon his touch, barely noticeable, as if he had beco one with nature, an integral part of the forest.
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