As Ou Yangming and He Jian walked along the gravel path, the air was slightly moist. The fog dispersed in the air, wetting their clothes. A faint fragrance of fruits wafted from the path.
Ou Yangming took the initiative to walk in front. His mental power was very strong, and he could predict danger in advance. Moreover, he also knew about formations and restrictions. Even if he accidentally stepped in one, he could still break out. This alone could not be done by He Jian.
The young fellow's mental power spread out, and he was as meticulous as he did not disregard even the slightest trace.
Nonetheless, there had been no danger. This made them tenser because the unknown danger was the most terrifying.
