"Perhaps!"
Qin Feng sniffed the fragrant wild game and said, "But if it does attract them, that's great. This is our territory; when have we ever been afraid of outsiders?"
"But, Sister Lin said their strength seems quite strong, and you've only partially recovered..." Ning Tingxue was still a bit worried.
"No matter, we can't let that group act arrogantly here." Qin Feng shrugged and sprinkled some salt and pepper onto the wild game. The aroma intensified and filled the cold, icy air, making even the heavens drool.
Ning Tingxue remained worried as the wild game was caught in the North Country Forest Mountain, comprised of little spiritual beasts. Their scent could travel miles in the clear air and would soon be discovered...
On the mountain peak.
The snow-covered Bing Chenzi and Little Jue remained motionless.
But Bing Chenzi's brows were deeply furrowed, increasingly concerned about an incident.
He was at the Saint Level.
