"Hmph, pretending to be mysterious."
Seeing Qin Yang completely ignore him, Teng Yingwu's face showed a hint of gloom. With a cold snort, he patted his Howling Moon Golden Wolf beneath him, and the wolf's speed surged.
Five minutes later, the group had already reached the center of this vast Red Swamp, having traveled such a great distance without encountering any unusual phenomena.
"This swamp is utterly unremarkable; there's nothing suspicious. Bringing those who are paranoid along is just a hindrance."
Teng Yingwu snorted coldly.
Hearing Teng Yingwu's words, the twin sisters and the elder with the surname Meng all cast a slightly different glance at Qin Yang.
Only the mysterious man hidden in the gray robe remained silent, though his gray-white eyes seemed to scrutinize the Red Swamp below.
Glug, glug~!!
Not long after Teng Yingwu finished speaking, that vast Red Swamp below suddenly started bubbling like it was boiling.
