"Senior Martial Uncle Tang, I'm so scared."
"Oh no, I feel so dizzy."
" I give up. I want my dad..."
In the entire formation, Zhouzhou cried loudly, causing everyone to laugh at Sanqing Temple's expense. Little did they know that while they laughed at them, there were also people who saw them as a joke.
Mu Xuan and Wen Jing leaned back in their chairs, pretending to be worried, but they were actually bursting with laughter inside. This little girl was so amusing.
After Zhouzhou finished crying, she whispered in Tang Qing's ear, "Senior Martial Uncle Tang, the focal point of the formation is at the Kan Gate."
Tang Qing nodded slightly and went in the direction she indicated. Sure enough, the fierce attacks diminished significantly in the next moment.
Zhouzhou pinched her chubby little hand and calculated, "Take three steps to the east, then go north..."