Han Zhumei stood on a slender branch, her body gently swaying up and down with the faint breeze in the fog.
She vigilantly swept her gaze over her surroundings as well, yet all she could see was churning mist and indistinct black-gray shapes of varying heights...
Within her Divine Sense, there were a total of four hundred sixty-seven beasts of all kinds in this area, aside from crawling insects like ants.
As she had passed through just now, a feeling of sudden, inexplicable palpitations had arisen within her, as though a ferocious beast lying in ambush was wandering nearby.
Moreover, it had felt as if she had brushed past it. Startled, Han Zhumei had immediately flashed over here.
Yet after stopping and carefully examining the surroundings again, she could no longer sense that feeling. That instant of heart-pounding alarm seemed as though it had merely been an illusion.
Was it my imagination? Or did the people from the Po Jun Sect also have some supreme expert skilled at concealing their tracks?
But the intelligence we received contained no information about such a person. Could it be that Mu Guyue, who advanced later?
Han Zhumei's thoughts raced as she swiftly reviewed the information on every member of the Po Jun Sect. Among them all, only Mu Guyue had the least information available!
Han Zhumei believed that her earlier perception could not have been wrong.
She traveled upon the wind. Every wisp of wind between heaven and earth was both her eyes and ears, as well as the strength beneath her feet...
Li Yan was also carefully observing his surroundings. He likewise believed that the momentary sense of discomfort he had felt just now could not have been mistaken!
Sometimes, the unknown reactions produced by living creatures themselves were many times more