After all, one's cultivation level truly counted as one of a cultivator's major secrets.
At that moment, Ye Tian suddenly halted, his gaze settling ahead as it narrowed slightly.
Zhan Tai and Gao Yue were both somewhat puzzled. Ahead lay nothing but the ever-unchanging trees, vines, and wild grass they had seen these past few days.
But they now knew Ye Tian's cultivation was profound and that he could see farther than they could, so they tacitly chose not to ask.
Ye Tian walked straight ahead, and the two hurriedly followed behind him.
Before long, the three discovered a crude wooden hut in the forest.
The hut was hidden amid the trees and extremely difficult to distinguish. Had Ye Tian not noticed it from the start, Zhan Tai and Gao Yue certainly would not have discovered it themselves.
More importantly, as they approached, they immediately saw some charcoal beside the hut.
The charcoal had clearly only just finished burning, and faint light smoke still drifted from it.
The hut's door stood half-open. Zhan Tai went forward and pushed it open, and the moment he saw inside, surprise flashed across his face.
The hut was very dimly lit and simply furnished. There were two low wooden beds, with an iron pot between them, covered by a lid and steaming from within.
Some beast pelts hung from the walls, while miscellaneous odds and ends were piled in the corner. The room was permeated by a rotten stench that was far from pleasant.
Clearly, this was not a temporary dwelling. Someone had lived here for a long time.
When they first saw the hut, both Zhan Tai and Gao Yue had thought it might be a Sacred Hall disciple hiding here to avoid the dangers of Cui Zhu Island's demon beasts, intending to