"Tsk..." The Fisherman smacked his lips. "No wonder those Anglo-Saxons were making such smooth progress... I thought this place was supposed to be dangerous, but it was just putting on a show?"
"No, don't let your guard down." Yano shook his head repeatedly. "Until we have a reasonable explanation for the Eight-Headed Serpent's abnormal behavior, I will never treat this place as an ordinary ruin."
"Whether it's ordinary or not, we'll know once we go in." The Fisherman pointed at the entrance to the ruins. "Look at these footprints. There are exactly two groups."
"Did they catch up with those Anglo-Saxons?" Huangfu Sha asked.
The Fisherman crouched down, dipped his fingers into the dust on the ground, and shook his head. "Probably not. The two groups' footprints are clearly from different times. At least where we're standing now, they probably haven't met up yet."
"Do you think the Anglo-Saxons will accept them?" Huangfu Sha asked again.
"Hard to say. Given how selfish those Anglo-Saxons are, they definitely won't be happy about someone coming to take a slice of their pie." The Fisherman said, "But it's also possible they need someone to test the waters for them... If that group is willing to 'behave,' they'd still have some use..."
"But they aren't idiots either, are they? They can't possibly let the Anglo-Saxons use them so obediently, right?" Huangfu Sha frowned. "I'd actually like to see a little conflict break out between those two groups. The more time they waste, the less time we waste in the woods."
"Not bad. You learned relativity well." Sun Hang gave Huangfu Sha a thumbs-up. "In that case, let's stop wasting time and head inside."
This time, Sun Hang took the lead. He no longer deliberately concealed the Liquid Metal in his sleeves, instead shaping it