Although Luo Fan quickly corrected himself, Zhao Chunfeng still wore a teasing smile.
Then he shook his head with exaggerated feeling. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. This convoy is getting more and more full of the sickly stink of romance. It's unbearable."
All right, judging by Brother Zhao's words, he had completely misunderstood Luo Fan, thinking he was worried Murong Xuan would get cold and had specifically gone to collect warm clothes and bedding for her.
Though, fundamentally, he was indeed going to collect clothing for Murong Xuan.
But were panties and warm clothing the same thing?
Of course, Luo Fan could not bring himself to say that in rebuttal.
After chatting briefly with Zhao Chunfeng and confirming there were no problems, Luo Fan left the convoy and headed toward a town a few kilometers away.
When he reached the edge of town, Luo Fan did not rush inside. Instead, he took out his hat.
Then he sent his mental power probing into town in a narrow beam.
This Uncanny Artifact was quite useful and very safe for scouting.
Its side effects were not severe, either. For every minute he used it, he merely needed an extra ten minutes of sleep that night.
His mental power probed roughly 1,500 meters in a straight line without discovering anything that needed attention.
Luo Fan then directed his mental power to sweep to the side.
It felt a little like a windshield wiper on a vehicle. Sweeping through a semicircle greatly expanded the area he could scan.
Although it could not monitor a large area in real time like an area-wide scan, what was there to complain about when it could scan a larger region?
After sweeping his beam of mental power around, Luo Fan quickly discovered what was wrong with the town.
More precisely,