Jiao Yin slipped into the water without hesitation, silently tailing him from a distance.
Roger's figure vanished into the entrance of a half-submerged cave at the base of the cliff.
Like a gecko, Jiao Yin clung to the damp rock face near the cave mouth, holding his breath and concentrating.
A female's voice, tinged with nervousness and forced calm, drifted out from the cave. "You... why are you back so soon?"
It was followed by the male Beastman's cold, suppressed question, one that held the quiet fury of a gathering storm. "Do you recognize this?"
Pieces of torn Jue Sha fabric were thrown viciously to the ground.
After a brief silence, Bai Wanwan drew a sharp breath, trying to feign ignorance. "The clothes were ruined, so I threw them out."
Jiao Yin heard heavy footsteps closing in on the female.
Then, the male Beastman's voice—as cold and sinister as a snake's hiss, chilling to the very bone—reached Jiao Yin's ears with perfect clarity:
