The Grey Eagle's neck shrank back, giving a dry chuckle while nodding repeatedly, his eyes daring not to leave the screen for even a second.
Fang Cheng walked between the two, not engaging in conversation.
The army boots underfoot snapped a section of dead branch, making a crisp "crack" sound.
His gaze scanned through the thick gray mist, surveying those distorted tree shadows like monsters.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; even the insects' buzzing sounds had vanished completely.
Just then, Hou Peng walking on the left suddenly halted.
After his ears twitched twice, he immediately lowered his center of gravity and assumed a vigilant stance:
"Hold on, it seems there's some movement."
Upon hearing this, Fang Cheng too halted, concentrating and listening closely.
The previously dead silence all around was filled only with the heavy breathing of a few people.
