Thirty-seven famous swords hovered in the air like the fangs of a lion or a tiger, with an indescribable ease, blocking all possible directions for breaking through.
Wang Anfeng raised his right hand at the same time to cover Zhang Tingyun's eyes, saying gently:
"Let's go to the carriage."
Zhang Tingyun held onto his sleeve.
She whispered:
"Help, Master he..."
Wang Anfeng thought of the old Taoist who once drank with Li Wu, nodded slightly, turned with Zhang Tingyun in his arms. The black bear closely followed behind him; although the penetrating wound on the fierce beast looked hideous, it didn't seem to affect any vital organs. At this moment, the beast had forcibly stopped the bleeding by contracting its muscles.
Wang Anfeng shielded Zhang Tingyun's eyes as he headed toward the carriage.
Inside him, the Orb of Heavenly Secrets slowly rotated to the right, sealing the sound within a three-zhang radius.
