Two Ascending Dawn scouts were sent out to investigate the marshes, as per the Ivory Sword Saint's instruction.
The air was thick and wet, steam coating water. They did not even wait for dawn to rise, the pressing urgency calling them to action as soon as possible. Swarms of bugs hovered about and frogs sang as they always had.
"Did you find anything?" The male cultivator asked, hovering over the wetland on his flying sword.
His eyes scanned the landscape but he had no idea what he was even looking for. A spirit light hovered around to guide his vision but all he saw was swampland and croaking frogs.
His Shimei was looking without an uttered word, focused on the ground beneath her feet.
He sighed, they'd already been at this for a solid hour.
Perhaps it was all just a false alarm.
