Given Qin Shaofeng's extreme caution,
although Ziyun Shu found it hard to believe, he had no choice but to become cautious as well.
By the time he reached the secluded paradise formed by several bamboo huts, his steps had already begun to slow.
Whether Qin Shaofeng knew just how powerful he was or not,
he was now gambling with his own safety, so naturally, he did not dare let down his guard.
His divine sense had long since spread out.
With every step closer, he carefully investigated the area.
Yet the danger he had imagined never appeared. It could even be said that there was not the slightest sign of danger.
It was as though this were nothing more than an ordinary, empty courtyard.
The deathly silent scene made Ziyun Shu feel tense as well.
"I am a man who has lived for over two hundred years, a powerhouse at the Seven Steps to Heaven realm. How could I be frightened by a casual remark from that brat?"
"Even if there truly is danger here, could it really leave this old man without even the chance to flee for his life?"
"Hmph! I want to see just how dangerous this place can be!"
Ziyun Shu immediately thought to himself.
He did not want to be truly frightened off by Qin Shaofeng.
Thus, he strode into this secluded paradise.
The moment he entered, the fragrance of flowers rushed into his nose. Startled once more, he immediately examined his own condition.
Everything was normal.
He could not help secretly berating himself for being overly cautious again, then turned and strode toward the outermost courtyard.
The courtyard around this bamboo hut looked exceedingly simple.
Aside from a fence of roughly one meter tall made from wicker,
there was not a single other form