Lan Ming was utterly bewildered. He felt that this battle was becoming increasingly unbalanced. The stronger the opponent became and the weaker his allies grew, the more pessimistic he became. Unconsciously, Lan Ming drifted into his thoughts until he was snapped back to reality by Bi Kwe's chatty voice.
"Is he your companion? I tried to save him earlier, so I brought him here," said Bi Kwe.
"Yes, he's my companion." Lan Ming found Pit Hong unconscious. However, Lan Ming could still sense a faint energy flowing within Pit Hong's body, indicating that his companion was still alive.
The Thief Goddess didn't know how to help, but she remembered that she carried two important ancestral relics. She then threw one of these important relics to Lan Ming.
Bi Kwe threw the umbrella toward Lan Ming. The umbrella looked wide open. Suddenly, thousands of cherry blossoms burst out of the umbrella.
Seeing the umbrella releasing thousands of cherry blossoms, Lan Ming became curious. "Is this one of the abilities of this weapon? How do I use it?"
The Thief Goddess herself didn't know how to use the umbrella. But, as usual, unwilling to be outdone, she dominated her figure. Bi Kwe gave Lan Ming a misguided suggestion.
"Just throw the umbrella into the air. It seems like the umbrella has the ability to create something in the air," she said, full of misunderstanding.
Without suspicion, Lan Ming then threw his umbrella into the air. And unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. The umbrella released a tornado consisting of thousands of cherry blossoms. The tornado struck the body of the blind dragon spirit, causing its whiskers to be cut.
"I didn't expect its attack to be quite extraordinary," Lan Ming said, retrieving the umbrella he had thrown into the air. Lan Ming glanced at the umbrella in his hand for a moment, and then an interesting idea emerged in his mind. He threw the umbrella toward the blind dragon spirit like a boomerang. Then, he used the cherry blossoms from the umbrella to release pollen that made the blind dragon spirit sneeze. With a gentle breeze technique, the umbrella managed to scratch the neck of the blind dragon spirit, causing it to lose focus due to the sneeze.
The sacred umbrella finally returned to Lan Ming's hand. Meanwhile, Bi Kwe, who witnessed the attack with her own eyes, was truly puzzled. Why did attacking the blind dragon spirit feel so easy with such seemingly ridiculous attacks? Bi Kwe felt that this battle had shifted her logic to her knees.
Lan Ming smiled contentedly. Now he focused all his remaining energy, which was very little, on the umbrella. The light pink umbrella emitted an aura until it was filled with a very bright light. In an instant, the umbrella transformed into cherry blossoms at the canopy. When shaken, the canopy-shaped cherry blossoms emitted pollen that caused an itchy sensation in the nose.
"Bi Kwe, I'm going to attack again. Please look after Pit Hong," Lan Ming instructed before he flew off using the magical umbrella. The Wind God utilized his wind power to control the movement of the umbrella.
Bi Kwe wanted to protest being left alone like that. However, when her mouth was almost open to utter various protests, she heard Pit Hong's voice, who seemed to have awakened.
"Are you awake?" Bi Kwe asked as she noticed Pit Hong regaining consciousness.
Pit Hong didn't respond immediately. It seemed he was still trying to adjust himself. Eventually, his awareness began to gather. He turned to the source of the voice and found a strange woman he didn't recognize.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your ally for now. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Bi Kwe. How are you feeling?" Bi Kwe observed Pit Hong's condition.
"Not too well," Pit Hong sighed heavily, feeling his body weighed down. "Nice to meet you, Bi Kwe. My name is Pit Hong," he introduced himself.
Bi Kwe, understanding the situation Pit Hong was in, intended to help him. Although she wasn't very skilled in healing arts, she at least made an effort to assist Pit Hong. Utilizing her peony flower power, Bi Kwe concentrated all her energy and created a medium-sized peony flower. The flower burst, and its pollen surrounded Pit Hong's body.
Initially puzzled, Pit Hong could feel his condition improving.
"Do you feel better now?" Bi Kwe asked to make sure. She wasn't entirely confident whether her healing technique was effective or not, but she hoped it would at least aid Pit Hong's recovery.
Pit Hong himself didn't quite understand, but all he knew was that his condition was improving, thanks to Bi Kwe's peony pollen.
"Yes. I feel that way. Thank you," he said sincerely.
Bi Kwe felt relieved. Now she noticed one of the sacred objects she carried. One of them had already been taken by Lan Ming, namely the sacred umbrella. And now only the golden comb remained.
Pit Hong, seeing Bi Kwe continuously gazing at the golden comb, felt puzzled. "Is the object damaged? Do you mind if I touch it?"
"I don't know." Although saying so, Bi Kwe still handed over the golden comb to Pit Hong.
But who would have thought, when Pit Hong held the golden comb, it shone very brightly. Indicating that the sacred object had found its suitable user.
Amazed by the shining object, Pit Hong could only look at Bi Kwe with a confused expression. "What should I do with this comb? I don't know how to use it."
Bi Kwe snatched the comb from Pit Hong's hand. She then threw Pit Hong's hat and immediately combed the man's hair roughly. Making Pit Hong almost feel what premature baldness was like on his hair.
As Bi Kwe combed Pit Hong's hair, the light emanating from the comb became brighter and shinier. Until finally, the light filled Pit Hong's head and turned his hair into golden yellow, reaching down to his waist.
Seeing the change that occurred to Pit Hong, Bi Kwe quickly realized that Pit Hong seemed to be able to use the forbidden technique that his grandfather had once told him about.
"Clasp your hands and strike the ground beneath here!" Bi Kwe commanded.
Pit Hong obeyed Bi Kwe's command. And suddenly, the ground they stood on shook until it cracked. From the cracked ground, a giant golden shimmering crocodile emerged. Not only shining in golden color, but strangely, the crocodile also had hair of similar color on its head.
Seeing the golden crocodile, Bi Kwe was momentarily tempted to sell it. But her intention was instantly shattered when Pit Hong, who was already on the golden crocodile, shouted at her to quickly join him.