The two continued to walk through the bamboo forest, feeling the gentle breeze brush their faces, refreshingly pleasant.
The wind whispered through the fragmented leaves of the bamboo, like the low chanting of scriptures, an indistinct murmuring barely audible.
If Miss Shi were here, she would probably be terrified, trembling with fear, and wishing she could hide in Luo Yan's arms.
But Jiang the Witch was not afraid at all; she had seen far stranger scenes than this. As she moved, she kept waving the sleeves of her robe, sending out eerie black lights that circled around her before quietly flying back.
"Is that the spell of the Heavenly Demon Path for manipulating demon heads?" Wei Dongliu casually asked.
"It's just a minor trick," Jiang Liyan replied with a coquettish smile, "hardly worth mentioning."
Seeing she was reluctant to say more, Wei Dongliu did not pursue the topic. Instead, he asked seriously:
"Did you notice anything?"