Han Qingxiao said, "Great, just what I intended!" Lin Aoshan replied with a smile, "Good! They have more people, so if we split up, they will too, making them easier to handle."
Wang Long struck with his sword, sending the iron ball flying. The ball, made of black shields, burst apart mid-air, releasing ten black-armored mysterious soldiers. Wang Long said, "I'll go on ahead!" and used Lightweight Skill to escape.
Lin Aoshan said, "Boss, Xiaolizi, take care of yourselves!" and then turned to flee. Li Xian thought that Lin Aoshan was slightly less competent; among the four of them, Lin Aoshan was the one he worried about most. The two were old acquaintances and good friends, so he quickly went after her, plucking a strand of long hair, and said, "Ao Shan, keep this hair. If something happens, plant it in the ground and let it pass your message!"
