"Looks like we've got a lead, Zhenhai," Zhang Yunqi said somberly.
"Yes, I'll go take a look," Zhang Zhenhai replied and hurried towards the direction of the sound.
Before long, she arrived at a stream bank and saw a man in yellow holding something like a whistle, continuously making sounds.
"You..." Before the words could leave her mouth, Zhang Zhenhai suddenly leaned backward, nearly parallel to the ground in a dramatic backbend.
Swoosh.
A flash of silver streaked past above her face.
The silver gleam embedded itself with a 'ding' into a nearby rock surface, leaving only a small hole.
Zhang Zhenhai straightened up without even looking and drew a curved blade to slash sideways.
Clang!
The curved blade struck some metal weapon, making a loud noise.
In the haste of the moment, Zhang Zhenhai's force was less than half, and the curved blade was knocked out of her hand.
Aghast, she prepared to retreat.
But it was already too late.
