Somewhere in the mountain range of Ghost Cry Ridge.
Here, the rocks are jagged, and no flowers or plants grow.
Inside a cave near the edge of the mountain range.
Young Master Xu sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath, and sighed, "My injury is almost healed!"
Qin Hao smiled next to him: "You weren't really injured, were you? Don't think you can trick me into helping you heal with my Qi."
"Big brother, you're something else."
Young Master Xu stood up helplessly, showing a smile more charming than a woman's: "You saw through my little trick, are you Conan?"
"I'm not." Qin Hao said righteously: "I'm Sherlock Holmes."
Young Master Xu was amused, and after laughing for a while, he sighed, "It's always so fun being with you, it's great."
He paused and then asked, "Big brother, how did you do it just now?"
Thinking back, that strange wind, that dense fog, could these really be human capabilities?
