The Cloud-piercing Whistle promised by Elder Hu did not sound.
Lu Yuque indeed harbored some faint illusions. For example, Elder Hu was indeed strong enough, and the gathering of Lushan disciples was indeed swift. And perhaps that figure in white had his own concerns, and might temporarily retreat in the face of Lushan's intervention.
She would prefer to face the encirclement of hundreds of Lushan disciples at the foot of Lushan, rather than face the figure in white from her nightmares.
After only a brief sprint, the True Qi she had accumulated was exhausted again. She staggered and trampled some reed stalks but did not stop, continuing to run forward.
The shores of Dayue Lake were dark and silent, only the sound of the wind rustling through the grass, and the waterbirds or fish breaking the surface of the lake. She hoped to hear some shouts or cries, even a scream from Elder Hu. But not a single human sound could be heard, as if everything just now was merely a dream.
