"Just wait." Gu Zhiqi said nonchalantly.
Can just waiting really work?
Gu Zhiqi: "Since the Divine Artifact has chosen its master, it won’t let anything happen to its owner."
Listening to Gu Zhiqi’s answer, Su Yunling fell silent for two seconds, then asked softly, "How do you, a child, know so much? Who did you learn from?"
Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi’s expression flickered slightly, and she dismissively shook her head, "I forgot."
Although her response was dismissive, what she said was the truth.
She really had forgotten; she couldn’t remember whether someone had taught her, or if she had read it in some book.
However, one thing was certain: this knowledge definitely wasn’t from Aquamarine Star.
As on Aquamarine Star, there was no such thing as ancient martial artists creating contracts with weapons.
"Third Brother, Brother Fu has been trapped in the tornado for three minutes now; come up with something quick." Seeing Su Yunling still hadn’t moved, Su Luo began to doubt whether Third Brother and Brother Fu were really childhood friends.
"Just wait." Su Yunling passed along Gu Zhiqi’s earlier advice to Su Luo.
"Just wait, and that’s it?" Su Luo, completely bewildered, looked at Su Yunling.
Su Yunling did not respond to him again, mainly because he didn’t know what to say.
Su Luo raised his hand, scratching the back of his head, then turned his gaze back to Fu Xiyan... oh, the tornado.
Su Luo stared intently at the tornado, wanting to glimpse Fu Xiyan’s figure through the swirling dust and various leaves, yet, he couldn’t see anything aside from the twister spinning listlessly.
Aside from the howling whirlwind, there were no other sounds in the yard.
"Holy shit! What happened?! Where did this tornado come from?" Tang Yichen, after changing Jin Cengran’s pants and wheeling him out, exclaimed in shock at the scene in the courtyard.
Surprise flashed through Jin Cengran’s eyes.
No one answered the two men’s questions.
Tang Yichen looked left and right, not seeing Fu Xiyan anywhere, his pupils shook momentarily. If he wasn’t mistaken, the spot where the tornado was had been where Brother Fu was sitting just before, right?
With this thought, Tang Yichen grew anxious and shouted at Su Luo, "Dog Luo, weren’t you supposed to be Brother Fu’s protector? How did you let him get caught in a tornado?!"
Su Luo: "...I couldn’t protect him."
This was no ordinary wind; this was formed by the Vital Energy of a fourth-order peak ancient martial artist.
For him, just a third-order beginner and nothing more, not only was protection out of the question, but any proximity at all could also result in being swept up by that Vital Energy and shredded into nothingness.
Upon hearing this, Tang Yichen promptly wheeled Jin Cengran over to Su Yunling, "Third Brother, what’s happened to Brother Fu? Has his Vital Energy gone out of control? Shouldn’t we burn some...?" Before he could even finish his sentence with the word ’Fragrance,’ the tornado suddenly dissipated.
With the loss of the tornado’s driving force, the swirling dust and leaves that had been caught in it instantly scattered centrifugally, whooshing in all directions.
"Duck! Shield!" Seeing the stones and leaves, now carrying Vital Energy, flying towards them, Tang Yichen immediately erected a Defense Shield, enveloping himself and the three people nearby within it.
While the stones and leaves crashed against the Defense Shield and fell to the ground over here, there, Su Luo, who hadn’t managed to put up a Defense Shield in time, was hit by stones and sliced by leaves, letting out howling cries of pain.
After the last of the stones and leaves had flown by, Su Luo was left with numerous injuries.
His gaze, deep and dark, turned towards Tang Yichen’s group, who remained unharmed.
Clearing his throat, Tang Yichen retracted the Defense Shield, "You were too far away, I couldn’t shield you."
Excuses! All excuses!