"Is there a second disaster?"
The sudden change startled both Immortal Miaoshan and Fourth Miss Zhou. They had just dispersed to guard against an attack on Hu Ma from an unexpected direction. Fourth Miss Zhou felt helpless, while Immortal Miaoshan swung her horsetail whisk and began to calculate with her fingers. But in her haste, the calculations went awry. The more chaotic they became, the more anxious she grew, until she could make no sense of them at all. Sweat beaded on her forehead. "What is this thing? It's so powerful!"
Meanwhile, Bean Official, who stood beside her, immediately grasped the situation and slapped his thigh in dismay. "This is bad! The Master has probably fallen into someone's trap."
Amidst this shock and suspicion, the snake—or the footless lord, as it was also known—had already swum swiftly to a spot not far from Hu Ma.
