Wang Li surveyed the clearing, his gaze sweeping across the disturbed earth. There, half-hidden beneath a layer of leaves, lay a trail of footprints. They were faint, quickly covered in an attempt to erase their existence, but thanks to his heightened senses, they couldn't escape his notice.
A glint of steel flickered in his eyes. 'These footprints…' he thought, crouching to examine them closer, 'they lead deeper into the forest.'
Following the faint trail, he navigated the dense foliage, his movements silent and swift. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon a subtle shift in the air – a telltale sign of illusionary formations. A wry smile played on his lips. 'Trying to hide, are we?'
