Upon recalling how Zhou Jiaxin had been hesitant to say something, Lin Yuan understood. After this trade, Zhou Jiaxin wouldn't probably say what she wanted to say.
Lin Yuan looked at Zhou Jiaxin and realized that she was looking at him too. Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Alright."
When Zhou Jiaxin saw Lin Yuan's expression, she was delighted too. Her actions were already very obvious, and a clever person could vaguely guess the meaning within her words. Since Lin Yuan didn't refuse, it meant it was possible for her to make the conversation later.
After dealing with the Sword Horn Speed Antelope, Zhou Jiaxin pointed at a charred tree trunk at the side and said, "The next fey is this."
Lin Yuan could see that the pitch-black trunk was filled with scorched marks. Lin Yuan walked over and used his hand to touch on the scorched marks. He realized the spot he touched immediately withered upon contact. Lin Yuan was astonished.
