Besides, ever since Mentor Zhou had eaten that sumptuous breakfast, Qiao Mu found Mentor Zhou's gaze a bit hair-raising whenever it was mealtime.
It was nearly November now, so the temperature would turn chilly at night.
Qiao Mu, Qi Xuanxuan, and the others entered the forest and split up to gather branches.
After bending over to pick over two, Qiao Mu halted and cast a look behind her. She spat coldly, "Since you've come, why hide like turtles? Come out."
Soon enough, a shuffling sound came from behind the bushes.
Afterwards, two men who looked rather normal came out, shooting heartless gazes at Qiao Mu.
One of them snorted and gave a thumbs up. "The little lady is rather perceptive. However, just relying on your spiritual conscious' perception isn't enough!"
As that person spoke, he dashed toward Qiao Mu at high speed with a dagger in his hand. He then slashed it horizontally at Qiao Mu's neck.
