At this moment, in the underground labyrinth.
Angel, walking at the very front, suddenly stopped and looked back thoughtfully at the narrow passage shrouded in darkness.
"What, still thinking about that breathing sound from before?" Dox sidled up to Angel and said mysteriously, "I'll let you in on a secret. You were right earlier—that breathing sound was made by a Demonic Beast."
Angel looked at Dox in confusion.
Dox lifted his chin, looking immensely pleased with himself. "Inspiration, inspiration! This time, it really was inspiration. What, you still don't believe me?"
Angel shook his head. "It's not that I don't believe you. I just can't understand why your inspiration always kicks in on such meaningless matters."
Dox's eyes widened. "What do you mean, meaningless? This is very meaningful. Didn't I clear up your doubts?"
After saying that, Dox could not help complaining, "I only cleared up your doubts because you looked so grave. Otherwise, why would I bother saying anything? I rarely tell anyone when I get inspiration."
Indeed, Dox rarely told others about his inspirations. But here, he did not realize that he had already inadvertently revealed quite a few of them.
If he had known, with his temperament, he would probably have felt that he had suffered a tremendous loss. He would not have emerged from that dark cloud without brooding for days.
"I wasn't thinking about that breathing sound. To me, whether it came from a person or a Demonic Beast makes no difference." Through Dox's shoulder, Angel looked into the profound darkness behind him. "I just noticed that the illusion I left on Ma Qiusha was triggered. Also, the guidance marker outside the magic energy array has been activated."
Dox froze. "You mean the Wandering Merchants Organization really caught up?"
Angel said, "What's surprising about that?