However, Qiao Mu still felt a stab in her mind.
As her figure teetered at the edge of the reservoir, she reflexively pressed her hand to her temples.
When she opened her eyes again and looked into the distance, her eyes had already turned frosty with a piercing killing intent.
"Eh?" Seeing that his attack was not able to injure the other party's mental conscious pool, the newcomer couldn't help but be confused.
"The little lady is a bit strange." The person speaking had a face that was like a shrewd monkey's, and his high, round cheeks had turned rosy from the excitement of seeing prey.
Qiao Mu knitted her brows, and she slowly launched a mystic-guiding talisman matrix around herself.
"D*mn it, Old Monkey! Why aren't you attacking? Sure enough, this little lass is a great talisman practitioner. Be careful."
