Qian Ying's observations were more or less the same as what Chen Mo had seen. There was no difference.
Moreover, he did not sense anything amiss in the woods. It seemed that there were no problems anywhere in this area.
Standing atop the canopy and swaying with the breeze, he heard the rustling of Tree Branches. Everything seemed so tranquil. Especially when he looked at the scenery in the valley in the distance—the clusters of green, and the magnificent buildings vaguely visible amidst that greenery—it all made him feel refreshed and at ease.
Although he had not sensed any danger, Qian Ying was certain that murderous intent was hidden beneath this peaceful environment. It might even be something he could not handle himself.
That was why the small exploration team still had its uses. At the very least, these people could scout the way and reduce the losses among the main force of Martial Artists.
By the time they reached the valley, Qian Ying had become somewhat helpless. His own team had suffered far too many Martial Artist casualties. Watching those Martial Artists receive lunchbox one after another had pained him deeply. So long as he could reduce the losses of his own Martial Artists, anything would do.
Of course, if he could also send that youngster named Li Mo to receive lunchbox while reducing his own side's losses, it would be like killing two birds with one stone.
Standing atop the canopy and swaying with the wind, he felt as though the world lay in his grasp. With a glance, he exuded an air of unrestrained elegance.
Who else possessed his strength and could remain so relaxed and sentimental under such circumstances?
Qian Ying sighed with emotion. What he did not know was that not long ago, Chen Mo