Guagua: [Don't worry, I'm keeping an eye on him.
He's dressed as a beggar now too, blending into the refugees, afraid the common people will recognize him.
No matter how powerful he is, he's still afraid of thousands upon thousands of ordinary people.
Everyone hates his guts now.]
Song Yaoyao: [Watch him closely. If anything happens, tell me immediately.]
Guagua: [All right, Host.
Host, there's something else I forgot to tell you.
The Witch Tribe's spies from Frost City have also disguised themselves and blended into these refugees. They've been watching Feiye like hawks.]
Song Yaoyao: [So the Witch Tribe's spies found Feiye long ago?]
Guagua: [Yes. Not long after Feiye fled the State Preceptor's residence, the Witch Tribe's spies found him.
After picking up his trail, they didn't make a fuss. Instead, they quietly sent people to keep watch on the State Preceptor and his companions.
They'd heard Feiye was very powerful. Even though he's injured now, the Witch Tribe's spies still believe they can't handle him.
That's why they've been waiting for the Witch Tribe's chief to send people over.]
Song Yaoyao: [So that's how it is.
With Feiye being watched so closely this time, he probably couldn't escape even if he sprouted wings.]
Guagua: [Mm.]
Song Yaoyao had already spotted the Witch Tribe's spies in the crowd.
She merely swept an apparently casual glance over them, then quickly looked away.
The Witch Tribe, in the courtyard of its chief, Tingsong.
Inside the room, one could have heard a pin drop. A woman lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale and her lips utterly bloodless.
A witch doctor beside her was taking her pulse. Behind the doctor stood a middle-aged man, watching the woman on the bed with worry he couldn't hide.
This middle-aged man was