"Captain Fang, are you done cultivating?"
Fang Mo came to the cave entrance. Mu Yan and Ming Zhen hurriedly got to their feet.
"Did you spot anything?" Fang Mo peered outside through the narrow opening, sweeping his gaze across the forest.
Mu Yan said, "We both saw someone appear at the edge of the forest just now, but when they sensed the aura you were giving off, they disappeared!"
Fang Mo drew back his gaze and furrowed his brow.
"So there really was someone. I sensed a flicker of mental energy just now. Did either of you get a good look at them?"
The two shook their heads. Ming Zhen said,
"They were a little too far away, and they were hiding in the dark. We couldn't see a thing!"
Fang Mo furrowed his brow, wondering who it could be. Could someone still be stubborn enough to come after them? Apparently, the people he'd killed along the way hadn't been enough. Since entering Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, he'd already killed at least seven or eight groups who'd come looking for Luo Jiangyan and the others.
He'd thought he'd scared them all off, but apparently there were still fools who didn't know when to quit.
"You two go get some rest. I'll keep watch."
Fang Mo looked at them as he spoke.
Ming Zhen and Mu Yan didn't refuse. They said their goodbyes and returned to the cave to find a place to rest and tend to their wounds. Fang Mo sat cross-legged by the entrance, with the Blood Shadow Blade resting across his knees.
He had switched back to the Blood Shadow Blade. Compared to the Snow Drinker Blade, this was a true Pre-Heaven-grade weapon, and it could bring out more of his strength. He gently brushed a hand over