Then, as if a pot had exploded, all the supernatural creatures attending the morning class instantly reacted, scattering rapidly in all directions.
"What's going on? What did they discover?" Li Huowang's heart thudded. No matter what had happened, things had changed. He began to pick up speed.
Not only did what they did resemble Qingfeng Daoist Temple—even the furnishings looked like a Daoist temple. Li Huowang moved among the crawling supernatural beings, searching for the infants.
While searching, Li Huowang suddenly stopped. In this dim, damp underground, sound was the quickest way to determine direction. He pulled the cotton out of his ears.
In an instant, the noises of water surging, supernatural creatures crawling, the drip-drip of stalactites—an assault of jarring, piercing sounds rushed into Li Huowang's ears.
Li Huowang closed his eyes, trying to pick out something from the chaos. Gradually, he caught some human voices. "Uncle...?"
