Lu Xinyi silently walked behind Li Yuren, the two of them being sandwiched between Jiao Jiao and Fu Rui. Fu Rui had taken the lead, keeping their captives and their injured comrades in the middle while he and Jiao Jiao protected them from both ends.
With the torches lighting the way, only the sounds of dripping water could be heard. Even their breathing was louder than anything around them.
"Are we there yet?" Jiao Jiao asked behind them.
"No," Fu Rui replied and stopped. His hand reaching up to touch a fox mark on the cave wall. It was weird. He could clearly remember that these kinds of marks were faded, but now, it was as if it was repainted to its original state.
"We have to be careful. Seems like there was someone who arrived earlier before us," he added.
