"Spying?" Xu Yunhe's expression changed slightly.
"Where? Is it a Demon Beast or..."
Song Changsheng shook his head, his expression grave. "The feeling only lasted an instant. By the time I tried to search for its trace, it was gone. Brother Xu, Yuechan, we must be on high alert. I fear some unknown danger is lurking here."
"Rest assured."
Although they hadn't detected anything, no one doubted Song Changsheng's judgment. After all, a Cultivator's intuition was often the most accurate.
The group took out their Defensive Spiritual Artifacts to protect themselves, raising their vigilance to the maximum and paying close attention to the slightest stir.
And just beyond the range of their Divine Sense, a vine as thick as an arm slowly rose from the bushes, staring intently at their departing backs...
"Brother Song, look at this."
Suddenly, Xu Yunhe, who was walking at the head of the group, called out loudly.
"What is it, Brother Xu?"
