Sensing Ning Tian and Wu Feng gradually slowing down, Chen Ping swept the area with his Spiritual Detection and found a cave on a high, sheltered slope.
Pushing aside the weeds blocking the entrance, Chen Ping peered inside. The cave entrance was fairly small, barely wide enough for someone to squeeze through sideways, but the space within was quite roomy. It was an ideal place to recover their stamina and Soul Power for the time being.
This cave certainly deserved to be called easy to defend and hard to attack. Had the Death Messenger stayed in a cave like this back then, his Corpse Explosion would probably have gone off before the people at the back had even squeezed inside.
"Ugh, it really reeks of musk in here, Chen Ping."
Ning Tian's delicate nose twitched, immediately picking up the lingering musk inside the cave, and she frowned slightly.
"Heh, we're the ones borrowing a place to stay. Let's not complain about the original owners smelling too strong."
"My Spiritual Power scan tells me there should be a few fairly small Soul Beasts living here, but this cave is far too convoluted. I'm not sure exactly where they're hiding."
As he spoke, Chen Ping took out a waterskin and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls.
Ning Tian and Wu Feng also knew they could not afford to be so particular when out Soul Hunting. That earlier remark had really only been a reminder for Chen Ping to watch out for the cave's original inhabitants.
The three rested inside the cave for the time it took to drink a cup of tea before putting away the Milk Bottles in their hands, having replenished most of their Soul Power.
They emerged from the cave one after another. It was only noon. After rounding