"Okay."
Xiao Ran didn't press for more. It was enough that his grandfather had agreed.
Though he knew his grandfather might be playing a trick on him to hurry him along in finding Yang Fengchui, it didn't affect Xiao Ran's mood.
He sent a mental message to Wu Man. "How much longer until the Fifth Generation Mycelium is ready?"
"Soon." Wu Man's reply was brief. It seemed they'd reached a critical stage, and he didn't have the time to explain the details to Xiao Ran.
Xiao Ran got a polite brush-off, but there was nothing he could do. Wu Man was a super-support specialist he couldn't afford to offend.
Just as Xiao Ran was about to find somewhere to stop and rest, so Wu Man could focus on synthesizing the Fifth Generation Mycelium,
a sudden, intense sense of wrongness struck him. Xiao Ran's whole body wavered, and a feeling of panic rose in his mind.
What was that?
The sensation had come and gone in an instant. Before Xiao Ran could react, it vanished. In that brief moment, he'd felt profoundly uneasy, as if something had its eyes on him.
Before Xiao Ran could think through where that strange sensation had come from, several powerful killing intents locked onto him.
"Who's there?!"
The killing intent had struck without warning. What shocked Xiao Ran was that his opponent had locked onto him, while he couldn't lock onto them.
That meant their mental power was greater than his.
Shocked though he was, Xiao Ran didn't hesitate. He immediately began accelerating.
The sudden burst of speed sent violent tremors through the entire interior.
Wu Man immediately complained through their mental link. "Why did you speed up all of a sudden? Keep it steady."
"I can't. I've been locked onto."
"Locked onto? What do