Zhao Ranran was losing her composure at this point; she insisted on killing Li Xian. She thought to herself: "If I can't kill him now, the entanglement will be impossible to clear. Whether this Flower Thief was joking or truly saw my face, he must be buried in the lake."
She retrieved the Ko Tian Pan again for a calculation, but the result was disappointing. She was irate: "Why is it that the Ko Tian Pan is useless every time at this moment? That mere Flower Thief, can it not be calculated?"
She slammed the compass hard into the ground. She paced back and forth, feeling utterly helpless. She devised numerous strategies but rejected them all one by one. Zhao Ranran had no choice but to suppress her anger and thought: "Though my Ko Tian Pan cannot calculate the Flower Thief, it can calculate the Jinlong predecessor's abode. Why not ask Jinlong predecessor to help again?"
