"Look, there are still some scraps of cloth here that haven't been thrown away." Returning to his familiar little house, Lü Xing felt something had changed. He carefully inspected the room and found signs that someone had disturbed the discarded clothes. He had been unsure at first, but when he spotted the bloodstained strips of cloth in a corner outside the door, still waiting to be thrown away, he was certain they really had returned.
Qian Wanyu clutched the bloodstained strips, crushing them into a ball without letting go.
"Look at the dust in here. They must have left several days ago." Mu Sheng wiped the table with his hand and found a thin layer of dust on it.
"If we pick up the pace, we might catch them at their next destination."
Who knew whether Wood and his companions were playing hide-and-seek with them? Every time they reached a new place, the others had already left, deliberately leaving a few traces behind as though to tell Qian Wanyu and the others they had been there. They traveled day and night, yet still could not catch up.
Lü Xing understood this better than anyone. Wood traveled no slower than a Crawling Beast and never seemed to tire. He remembered one occasion when Wood had walked for days and nights without resting and been perfectly fine, while Lü Xing had slept on his shoulder and woken to find him still on the move...
That day, they reached a stretch of wilderness with neither a village ahead nor an inn behind. After searching the area, they found a dilapidated building that looked like a temple someone had once maintained.
"We'll spend the night here and set out again early tomorrow," Qian Wanyu said. They had been pursuing the others for over half