"Are you sure he's in here?"
Mingye frowned slightly, staring at Xuyue beside him, his voice filled with doubt.
This was the sixth time he had trusted Xuyue's intelligence.
The first five times, they came up empty.
Mingye's patience had long been worn thin.
Xuyue's expression was grave as he said resolutely,
"He's right inside. I saw him with my own eyes."
Just half an hour ago, while gliding high in the sky, his eyes had suddenly caught a blurry figure.
He had almost instantly confirmed the figure's characteristics.
Small, agile, with light-colored fur—a perfect match for the Male Beast they were looking for.
So he had quickly turned back, found Mingye, and rushed over.
The strange thing was, he'd said the same thing the previous five times.
But every time they charged in, they didn't find so much as a single hair, let alone a person.
No wonder Mingye was skeptical.
Mingye shot him a cold glance and was silent for a moment, a trace of hesitation flickering in his eyes.
