"Just around the corner, there's a path that should only take about ten minutes to travel."
As Jiang Haowen answered, he looked around, his yellow pupils gleaming with fluorescent light, seemingly penetrating the dense bushes and reaching beyond.
The green-eyed owl perched upon his shoulder was constantly twisting its neck, occasionally staring at the sky with focused fascination.
All these details confirmed Ye Hanjun's guess.
Jiang Haowen is a 'Scout'!
"Oh, Meng, look to your right."
"Fifty meters on the right, in front of that dark green tree, do you see it?"
Following Jiang Haowen's surprised tone, Jiang Meng turned her head to look, a hint of interest appearing on her cute face.
"Is that a Candle Goblin? So tiny, it must be very young!"
"It's not young, but probably has a damaged soul, severely harming its foundation."
Jiang Haowen shook his head, "What a pity, this is a high-quality type of Fond Spirit."
