At this moment, a few kilometers away from Chen Yiming and Deng Hu, a woman in a black dress and three male subordinates were on the hillside looking at the path below.
There were many man-made fish ponds surrounding the path, which was the only road through the area.
"Big Sister, it's already late. Why don't we leave? There are too many mosquitoes here," one of the men suggested.
It was midsummer, and there were many mosquitoes in the wilderness. If one stood still just for a short while, they would be bitten a few times.
"He San, what kind of bad idea did you come up with? What if you ruin the professor's plan? Do you still want to become a bloodline warrior?" Another man berated him on the spot.
"Long Sheng, I was just kidding. Why are you so serious? It's been so many days, but no one has appeared," the man quibbled.
The forest was silent. Their conversation suddenly disturbed the peace and a few birds flew away.
