The moment Fengyu left the formation, he heard the quacks of Zimu.
"Hmm, it seems the beast tide is really growing then. Can you try to feel the individual peacefulness of the places ahead, and pick out the lowest one for us to see?"
"Quack, I can do this!" Zimu said, hoping to show off his abilities.
He jumped off from Fengyu's arms and went left and right, quacking some random syllables Fengyu didn't understand.
Now that he saw him like this, he realised that while Zimu hadn't improved in cultivation, he had definitely gained a deeper control over his peace-seeking innate power.
Each quack made his bill tremble ever so slightly, bringing back various pieces of information.
A moment later, Zimu pointed to one direction, "Going northwest from here, in around two thousand and three hundred and fifty steps, we should arrive at a small place where the peacefulness is relatively stable but still lower than a peaceful place. There should be some weak beasts hiding there."
