Before long, they passed through the bamboo grove and arrived at a forest. Lang Xingyue suddenly stopped under an ancient banyan tree.
She reached out towards the tree and, with a mischievous smile, said to Su Wei, "Brother Su, can you do me a favor? Throw this stone towards the big nest on that tree?"
Su Wei looked at the nest on the banyan tree, standing beneath it at a height of more than ten meters, he could only make out what seemed to be a few flies buzzing around.
He laughed and said, "Sure! But Miss Lang, what are you up to?"
"Just throw it, and then use your Qinggong to head back to the pavilion immediately. Wait for me there."
"Are you sure?"
"Hurry up, Brother Su!"
Su Wei picked up a stone from the ground and suddenly threw it upwards.
With a "bang," the so-called "flies" on the tree buzzed into chaos.
Lang Xingyue laughed wildly, "You better run! I'm off! See you at the pavilion! Haha..."
"What are these things! Why do they sting so painfully?"
