But the question was, if the mist wasn't helping them either, how had this camp been discovered?
Black Stones covered this place, clearly cutting it off from the world, yet the Withered Glory Society had still found their way inside.
In theory, as long as someone maintained a connection to this world, they would be caught no matter where they hid.
Yet the Wanderers had relied on these stones to hide in this world for a very, very long time.
And now, even those who had hidden for so long had been found.
Just like him.
Ever since Lu Yuan had entered this world, the Heretics had pursued him wherever he went.
Lu Yuan's brow slowly furrowed. Even now, he still didn't quite understand how he had been discovered.
However, Lu Yuan didn't voice that question. He turned his head slightly and asked,
"Frey?"
"Hm?"
"Do you know any other routes? Are there other camps besides this one?"
Frey lay against Lu Yuan's back, silent for a long while.
"There are," she said quietly. "This is the camp I stayed in on my first day in this world."
"But if even this place has fallen, then the last camp I stayed in probably..."
Frey didn't finish, but Lu Yuan understood what she meant.
"Whatever the case, we have to take a look."
"Then let's go. You lead the way."
"Okay." Frey drew a breath, raised a hand, and pointed. "That way."
Lu Yuan murmured his agreement and headed out of the tent.
He hadn't chosen to stay here, for very simple reasons.
First, this place had already been discovered.
Second, he had killed people here-Heretics from their ranks.
Finally, they hadn't traveled very far from their last battlefield. It was only a matter of time before their pursuers caught up.