Shen Tiancheng was leading Mu Tiantian, his pace seemingly very fast, yet extremely cautious.
Mu Tiantian saw this side of Shen Tiancheng for the first time, not like his usual carefree, devilish charm comparable to the sinister allure of poppies, but rather focused and cold.
His long, phoenix-shaped eyes carried a deep gaze, intensely locking onto the path ahead, or meticulously observing the surroundings.
His crimson lips were slightly pursed, forming a hard arc, and his sharply curved brows made his originally delicate face appear more beautiful, yet not feminine, instead exuding an inexplicable chill that sent shivers down one's spine.
Mu Tiantian only glanced at Shen Tiancheng before quickly retracting her gaze, cautiously following him while also paying attention to changes around them.
Shen Tiancheng was undoubtedly adept at navigating this primordial jungle, or perhaps he had lived in such an environment before, making him very familiar with it.
