When he heard the masked woman scream, Zhaang Ye knew this was bad.
Sure enough, just as the masked woman's voice faded, a sweet voice rang out from below the mountainside of Beetle Mountain: "Xiaobi, don't be afraid. I'm on my way."
When the owner of that sweet voice spoke the first word, she was still halfway up the mountain. By the time she uttered the last, she had already arrived a li away from the hot spring!
WHOOSH!
The moment the masked woman screamed, Zhaang Ye reacted. He tossed aside the red silk ribbon in his hand, executed the Cloud Stepping Technique, and shot down the mountain like an arrow.
Zhaang Ye had just dashed a few hundred yards when he heard that sweet voice ring out. A shiver ran down his spine. 'This woman's voice is focused, not dispersing over a distance, and can travel ten li in an instant. Her Cultivation is far more terrifying than Seventh Senior Sister's. If she's convinced I was peeping while they were bathing, I'm in big trouble!'
