Apologizing
At midday, no one entered the secluded valley, and no Wild Spirit Beasts passed through. Only the babbling stream flowed slowly, while gentle breezes stirred the fine grass.
In the quiet, a figure suddenly slipped out of a mountain recess with extreme caution and landed silently on the ground.
Immediately, she swept a wary, guarded gaze around. Only after confirming there were no unfamiliar auras did she seem to breathe a sigh of relief. She turned back, apparently about to say something to the person behind her, but that person had already strolled out after her with a swagger.
"Little Aunt Xiaoli, don't you think you're being a little too conspicuous?" Jin Shanshan asked, looking at her with a helpless expression.
"There aren't any unusual auras for miles around. What are you so nervous about?" Tang Xiaoli replied coolly, her brows faintly furrowed as she glanced at him.
"All right." Jin Shanshan could only nod helplessly. It was mainly her carefree attitude that made his earlier caution seem a little foolish.
Soon, he changed the subject. "Same as usual. You check the south, and I'll patrol the north. If nothing seems out of the ordinary, we'll head back."
"I know. Do you really have to tell me?" Tang Xiaoli snorted impatiently and swiftly raced south.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, the two returned to their starting point. Having completed their task, they said little, slipping through the narrow opening they had cut in the mountain and returning to the formation that few people knew about.
Ever since Ling Xiaoxiao had led Feng Xuanzhi and the others in driving off the Devil Race's pursuers, they had stayed inside. Apart from sending two people each day to patrol the valley and make sure no members of