The two quickly separated.
Watching Yan Beihan's figure disappear into a puff of smoke after going thirty feet out.
Even the grass on the ground didn't sway a bit. A living person, seemingly vanished into thin air.
Fang Che nodded secretly.
This young lady of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect is truly not someone pampered and spoiled, her experience and response in various environments are top-notch!
Even if Fang Che were to do it himself, he might not have done better than her.
Then Fang Che turned, hid behind a tree, and silently moved forward, observing all the way.
Birds, none.
Beasts, none.
Reptiles, none.
Insects, none.
About seventy miles out, Fang Che saw a dead tree.
It was already withered.
He quietly approached, moving the tip of the sword to silently peel open the bark.
"There are traces of an ant nest once existing."
Fang Che's gaze sharpened.
Since there are traces of an ant nest once existing, then where are the ants?
