"What's wrong?" The black-bearded man noticed something unusual and followed Lu Wenbin's gaze, but found nothing strange. He asked curiously.
"There seems to be something wrong over there," Lu Wenbin said with a slight frown.
The black-bearded man examined the area carefully again and found only an ordinary patch of woods thick with weeds. A trace of puzzlement appeared on his face.
Spiritual energy spread from around Lu Wenbin, forming several whirlwinds that lifted him into the air. Like a great bird, he flew straight toward the place he had been watching.
Though puzzled, the black-bearded man also rode the wind into the air and followed Lu Wenbin.
A moment later, the two landed one after the other amid the weeds in the forest.
Lu Wenbin looked around. Then his gaze suddenly fixed on a spot, and he hurried forward in a few quick strides.
The waist-high weeds parted, revealing Ye Tian lying on the ground.
His eyes were closed, as if he were merely sleeping peacefully. Yet the torrential rain pouring down around him made Lu Wenbin and the black-bearded man realize that things could not be so simple.
"He's dead," the black-bearded man said, looking at Ye Tian and shaking his head slightly.
"He probably died not long ago, and there are no visible external wounds. Perhaps he died of illness and was then abandoned here," Lu Wenbin said with a nod.
In their eyes, Ye Tian no longer had any breath or vitality. Besides, he was merely a mortal. In such circumstances, death was the only possibility.
After examining Ye Tian for a while, Lu Wenbin shifted his attention to the lush Flowers, grass, and trees around them.
Finding Ye Tian here had only been an accident. What had truly piqued Lu Wenbin's curiosity were the Flowers,