"I want to ask, does Your Majesty know where the way out is?
"It's not welcoming us, we'll just change the route."
Hand Hand heard this but didn't reply, just snorted coldly and continued running forward.
Watching the stubborn back of Hand Hand, the little monk realized he must be lost.
The Bone Shadow not only affected their spells but also disturbed their minds.
"Your Majesty, I have another idea. This thing might only chase moving creatures. If you stay still, maybe it won't chase you. Why don't you give it a try," the little monk caught up with Hand Hand and said.
"Why don't you try it?" Hand Hand glanced at him.
"Because I'm not feeling well today," the little monk made a cold joke.
Hand Hand, "..."
The awkward cold joke of the little monk didn't manage to freeze Hand Hand, who cursed and overtook the little monk once more.
After running for a while and just as the two were about to trip each other again, they suddenly saw soone standing ahead.
The person was tall and skinny, with dark skin, sporting a curly afro with so battle patterns on the body that looked not at all intimidating but rather humorous. It's unknown which tribe from the west he was from.
At this mont, this Brother Manzi was examining the ice layer in front of him with full concentration, as if discovering a new continent. He didn't notice the little monk and Snow Leopard running towards him with the Bone Shadow chasing them.
As it's said, internal conflicts require external solutions. Upon discovering this goofy Brother Manzi, the two stopped their internal strife and decided to use Brother Manzi as an experint.
To see if the Bone Shadow would attack sothing stationary.
The little monk and Hand Hand acted simultaneously.
The plan was well thought out, with one hitting the left leg and the other the right leg.
But because of the pressure from the Bone Shadow behind them, their power and aim were absurdly off.
Instead of hitting Brother Manzi's thighs, both blows went straight for his head.
Whether they hit or not is unknown, but Brother Manzi fell with a thud.
The little monk, "..."
Hand Hand, "..."
There was no ti to hesitate. The two leaped over Brother Manzi's body in a hurdle jump.
But just as they intended to look back to see if the Bone Shadow would attack the inanimate object, a black wind swept in.
"Ayasi, my friend~ what is that thing, it scared to death!"
The peculiar Western Barbarian accent echoed in their ears.
Just recently fallen, Brother Manzi had gotten up at this mont, his body's battle patterns glowing with a faint light, sweeping past the little monk and Hand Hand like a dark wind glittering with sequins.
How is this guy running so fast?
The sa thought popped into the minds of the two.
Brother Manzi's long legs galloped away, running ahead of the two, making the little monk and Hand Hand into the ones covering his retreat.
They originally intended to act again and deal with this peculiar Brother Manzi, but as they ran, they suddenly realized Brother Manzi seed to know the way?
Following behind Brother Manzi, the Ice Valley before them gradually opened up. The little monk imdiately realized they had left those narrow crevices and returned to the two largest sub-valleys.
These two sub-valleys didn't have as many divergences, and by following Brother Manzi along the main road, they would surely be able to leave.
But before they could rejoice, the little monk saw a group of people erge ahead, blocking their way.
Judging by their appearance, they seed like travelers.
This group consisted of all cultivators, with many from the Barbarian Race, and their cultivation levels were not high; none had reached Golden Core.
An old Demon elder stood in front, leaning on an old cane, leisurely telling everyone various made-up stories.
Beside him was a girl, also from the Barbarian Race. Although her ears were listening, her eyes were vacant, with an expression of utter boredom and a longing to go ho.
Before the little monk and Hand Hand could think of anything, Brother Manzi took a step forward.
He perford a 360-degree mid-air spin and then landed on his knees, sliding to the elder's feet.
Brother Manzi hugged the elder's leg and shouted, "Marquis, save !"
Those who don't reveal their cultivation aren't necessarily ants; they might be Old Ascenders pretending to be young.
The old man addressed as Marquis raised his hand, struck the cane on the ground, and the sound of weapons echoed, with countless Sword Qi slashing toward the little monk and Hand Hand.
...
What a pity.
The troubleso adventure of Hand Hand and the little monk didn't fast-forward to the end.
Winds of Qi surged, and countless Sword Qi swept past the little monk, dispersing the flying snow behind him into nothingness.
"Ayasi, Marquis, you're truly amazing~ that strike was so cool!" Brother Manzi got up from the ground, waving his arms and legs in admiration.
But the old man ignored him and instead looked at the little monk and said, "Little friend, with your and your Spirit Beast's not inconsiderable cultivation, why were you so battered by a re avalanche?"
He hadn't seen any Bone Shadow or noticed anything unusual; what he saw was simply an avalanche.
Before the little monk could speak, Brother Manzi interjected, "Hey~ Marquis, you're mistaken. That wasn't an avalanche; that was a Bone Shadow. I saw the legendary Bone Shadow~ it chased us Ayasi-ly, and if it weren't for your intervention, we would have been dood!"
Hearing Brother Manzi speak, the little monk's heart sank because he hadn't had any good intentions in the valley. If Brother Manzi recounted what happened, he indeed wouldn't be able to escape.
He stepped back, positioning Hand Hand to shield him in front.
But unexpectedly, Brother Manzi didn't tattle, and instead approached warmly, giving the little monk a big hug. Then he wrapped his arm around the little monk and turned to the Marquis.
"Friends, all friends, my tongue was just stuck to the ice a mont ago. If it weren't for these two smashing the icy layer, I wouldn't have been able to break free. You know, I'm most afraid of pain."
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