Qi led them into a willow forest.
The mist lingered over the willow forest, and the branches swayed like ghostly claws reaching out to claim lives.
Ahead, they came upon a tall willow tree.
Its branches hung low, like a splendid canopy.
At this point, Qi had slowed her pace.
Beneath the willow, two figures stood.
Both were men clad in golden armor.
The two men were tall and imposing, their golden armor glistening in the distance like Divine Generals.
Qi walked over to them; Duan Yun hid behind another willow, his sword finger ready.
If that girl dared any tricks, he'd send her to the heavens with a finger strike.
But Qi simply waved at the golden-armored guards, and they turned away, disappearing into the night.
Now, Qi was waving them over.
Duan Yun stepped out from behind the tree, still holding his sword finger, followed by Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying.
The little miss hadn't played any tricks.
"Where did they go?" Feng Ling'er asked softly.
