The Junior Master, who had just stepped half a foot into the crack, was feeling unbearably awkward right now; he really hadn't expected this crack to be so fragile.
There clearly weren't any Life-forms around, but the Junior Master still guiltily glanced around.
Then he carefully pulled back that foot he'd just stepped out with.
But what followed was that the Gang Wind of the chaotic currents surged out even more.
Those trees that had been perfectly fine a moment ago were swept by the stronger Gang Wind and turned bald in just a couple of passes.
Junior Master: …
The bald trees swayed comically, the rustling they made sounding almost like they were complaining.
"You really can't blame me for this. How was I supposed to know this crack was so fragile it couldn't even let one of my Spirit Puppets through?"
The flowers, grass, and trees around hadn't awakened any spiritual wisdom; even if they were stripped bare by the Gang Wind, they didn't feel any pain.
