After the four of them had walked about a kilometer, Mo Bai Ning suddenly stopped. Tuoba Wu smirked, and the massive ice-blue bow appeared in his hand once more. Lin Duoduo clasped her hands together, raising them protectively before her chest, her gaze coldly fixed ahead.
"Oh dear, a few demon exorcists have come. Are they yet another group of ignorant fools?" a sharp voice echoed intermittently, making it impossible to discern where it originated from.
"The demons here are indeed different; they can actually speak human language," Tuoba Wu remarked, "But I wonder if they had to go through some trouble to learn our language?"
"Perhaps? They learned our language just to mock us? That's really..." Lin Duoduo's expression was ineffable, unsure of how to retort.
"Afraid to leave, they might need to find something to do out of boredom?" Tuoba Wu speculated.
"That really sounds quite boring," Lin Duoduo nodded.
After a peculiar silence, the sharp voice angrily spoke again.
