Heavenly Aromatic Grass

"I didn't mean anything by it." Nie Wushang stood up, pulled up her gloves, and said expressionlessly, "I'm not like Fellow Daoist Mo. Aside from brute force, I have no other strong attributes, so I'll listen to you two Fellow Daoists on how we're going to get out of here."

"..." Jing Xingzhi paused for a moment then put his sword back in its scabbard and sat back. "I do have an idea, but I don't know if Fellow Daoists would be willing to try it."

Mo Tiange's and Nie Wushang's gazes were immediately fixated on him.

Jing Xingzhi said, "My plan's simple, but you'll have to face a certain risk."

Mo Tiange said, "We're trapped here. Our luck has been good so far, but if we run into some troublesome demonic beasts later, how good could our luck possibly be? If Fellow Daoist Jing has an idea, you might as well tell us directly."

Nie Wushang, although she remained expressionless, also nodded and revealed no objections.