Xue Ling noticed that Sang Ye was holding a black wooden box in his hand, but judging from Sang Ye's attitude, he was definitely unwilling to say what was in the box.
Xue Ling chuckled. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me. I'm going back. Do you want to leave with me?"
"Let's go."
Sang Ye revealed his thick black snake tail and slithered away without looking back.
Xue Ling couldn't help but look at the snow under the tree again. He seemed to have smelled a trace of the demons when he was here.
However, the aura was too weak. When he searched carefully again, it had already disappeared.
Was it his imagination?
Sang Ye looked back at Xue Ling. "Why aren't you leaving?"
"I'm on my way." Xue Ling spread his wings and flew into the sky.
The two of them were soon gone.
There was a faint rustling sound as a dark red king cobra slithered down the tree trunk. When its tail swept across the branches, some snow fell.
