Zuo Feng still felt a stabbing pain in his ears, and a slight ringing lingered in his mind, but he could discern the direction from which the flute sound came. It seemed to be about thirty to forty miles northeast.
He quickly rubbed his ears with both hands and then carefully listened again. However, this time Zuo Feng was doubly cautious; if the sound slightly increased, he would immediately retract all the spiritual power gathered at his ear roots back into the storage.
In the distance, the battlefield where he had explored earlier still echoed with the sounds of battle. However, the original jest and playfulness had vanished. Clearly, after the flute sound, those people had become serious.
"Now that these two guys are dealt with, quickly gather everyone back. As per the original plan, head toward the Sect Leader's direction. If we delay the Sect Leader's grand affair, none of us will survive."
