When she sensed that the surrounding coldness and gloominess had disappeared, and the looming shadows had also disappeared, she moved her palm and retracted her breath, then the gourd in midair returned to her hand.
Upon seeing that the bell on her waist was no longer ringing, her lips curled and she smiled.
It was a good treasure indeed!
She shrunk the gourd and hung it back on her waist again. She sat down by the fire again and rested against the big tree. Apart from this incident, the rest of the night was quite peaceful. Perhaps it was because no cultivators came into this forest and the fierce beasts daren't approach Feng Jiu, therefore, she didn't encounter any danger here.
When the sky gradually lightened, she extinguished the fire. As she was about to leave, she heard the sound of fighting.
