"Perhaps my eyesight is particularly good," Li Ang said casually.
Indeed, he was telling the truth; his body's vision was at the pinnacle of human capability. With the added enhancement of two skill traits, no visible sign could escape his eyes.
On the other side, Chris dipped his finger into some ash, crushed it, and then sniffed it at the tip of his nose, saying, "It's the smell of a cigar."
Soon, the main force caught up, and everyone pooled their wisdom, combining it with the footprints they had just found on the ground, to analyze for more information.
A few conclusions they could confirm were that the person who left the traces was likely a male over one meter eighty in height and not a professional outdoor enthusiast.
If he had cigars to smoke, he probably hadn't ended up there due to a natural disaster. If he had been in the water, the cigars would certainly be unusable, so they might well have a boat too.
