"I know you have some skills, go ahead."
Upon hearing this, the dwarf Dogwa, though still reluctant, said nothing more. He dove down and vanished into the ground.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the black-faced Martial Artist holding a blade remained silent, nodded, then with a burst of force under his feet, disappeared with a bang.
When he reappeared, he was ten meters to the right, dragging his blade forward at an impressive speed, with several figures appearing behind him.
There were both men and women, all carrying various musical instruments.
After they left, the old woman Chang Apo raised her Dragon Head Stick, shook her head, her hair instantly disheveled, forming a hand seal and singing: "The sky darkens~ the earth too dusk, dark clouds~ veil the sun and moon, all around~ silence reigns, cold wind~ pierces to the bone..."
The singing was mournful, seemingly weeping.
The Scripture Wheel beneath the Dragon Head Stick hummed and spun accordingly.
