Just then, Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed as he sensed movement ahead.
It felt human, light-footed and unfamiliar.
With practiced ease, he stepped back into the shadows of a massive root, his qi pulled tight around him like a second skin.
Now, he appeared to have dissapeared completely from the spot.
Through the thin veil of hanging moss, he watched.
A girl emerged, dressed in flowing pale robes, a cultivator, judging by the way her spiritual pressure flickered weakly around her.
She wasn't strong. Early Qi Transformation at best which should be dangerous for her to walk around here like this.
She huffed as she gathered her skirt delicately and stepped into the swamp's edge, lifting the hem with annoyance more than caution.
"Stupid dad. Stupid brother," she muttered, kicking at a patch of moss. "I already told them I have someone I love! Can't they understand that? No! I don't wanna marry the person you pick! Go to hell!"
