The mountain forest was silent, the trees lush, and as the sunlight came through, it was fractured into mottled shadows—yet beneath the layers of shadows, there was no sign of anyone.
Qiao Laowu frowned, "Where's that brat?"
Yin Thunder Child's expression was also ugly, "Hiding in the forest?"
"Where did he hide?"
"Underground?"
"There aren't any traces on the ground, how could he go underground?"
"Then it must be…"
The four exchanged glances, their pupils constricting slightly.
Concealment Technique?!
This brat, he's actually learned the Concealment Technique?
Qiao Laowu cursed loudly, "Damn it, slippery as an eel and hard to catch, and he can even conceal himself, it's like seeing a ghost."
"How the hell are we supposed to catch him?"
Fire Buddha and the others were caught completely off guard.
They had seen that the brat was young, skilled in movement techniques, and obviously had trained hard. Where could they have imagined that he had also learned concealment?
