Ji Feixue looked at Su He, her expression cold, yet her eyes held a smile, but her Intention wasn't focused, her Spirit Soul divided, half on Su He, half on comprehending the truth Su He had just spoken.
Su He's brows furrowed slightly, and as he communicated with the Ascending Immortal Drum, he did not sense where Thai Zu's assistance lay.
Was Thai Zu teasing him, or did he really want him to rely on his own abilities to strike the drum?
Striking the Ascending Immortal Drum was a private matter; the first three sounds might be aided, but from the fourth sound onward, no outsider could absolutely lend a hand.
But at that time, Thai Zu, if he truly wanted to interfere, surely had the means.
The others remained silent as cicadas in winter, waiting quietly, but Su He did not make a move, and a faint humming sound arose again.
