Lei Hu promptly shouted, "Marquis, be careful!"
Feng Fuce reined in his horse, sitting steadily on its back, his gaze sweeping coldly through the valley in the long night.
Lei Hu rode up to him: "Marquis, judging by the noise, perhaps there's been a landslide up ahead. Please wait here while I take some men to check it out!"
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips together, his dark eyes faintly glowing.
This noise isn't just a landslide.
There is Immortal Law forcibly moving the mountain!
Feng Fuce calmed his breathing, feeling the familiar hint of mana in the gale coming towards him.
It feels like the luck of Bai Zhi'er, but also like the Divine Technique passed down by the Heavenly Dao.
Feng Fuce's gaze was sharp and resolute: "No problem, let's head over and see now."
He pulled the reins and swiftly galloped away.
Lei Hu hurriedly led his men to follow.
Bai Zhi'er was holding her little head up, watching the commotion.
