The man named Sang in front kept glancing back at Qinghe now and then, his eyes unfriendly and even a bit vicious.
Qinghe cast a brief glance, as if she saw nothing, and continued to observe their surroundings. Her eyes shifted slightly, thinking to herself, you're worried I have ulterior motives, huh, heh.
As Qinghe walked, she appeared to be carefully memorizing the path they took, still trekking through the woods. She stretched out her hand and gently prodded, as if examining the trees.
Seeing this, the man's expression darkened further, and he slowed his pace slightly, stealing a glance ahead. The masked man kept walking at an unhurried pace, unaware of the goings-on behind him. Sang cracked a smile, deliberately waited for Qinghe to catch up to walk alongside him, and then whispered a warning beside her.
