When the two disappeared into the jungle, Shen Long frowned. "It takes two people to find some wood?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Dong Zhengyang sneered. "They most likely want to speak privately about something and don't want us to hear."
"Huh?" Shen Long raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect them to persist in their old ways. Should I follow them to check?"
"No need." Dong Zhengyang waved his hand. "All foxes show their tails sooner or later. Let's go. We'll follow their wishes and head further up."
The four of them got up one after another and proceeded slowly along the edge of the swamp.
「Meanwhile!」
Dongfang Wuheng and Murong Xiong stopped by a large tree. Murong Xiong turned and swept his gaze over the jungle behind him. Seeing no one following, he whispered, "This Qin Feiyang truly is crafty!"
"How so?" Dongfang Wuheng inquired.
