"Thank you!" the woman called Ya Rou said softly.
"No need!" Qin Han replied curtly and then ignored these people, focusing intently on the ancient forest across the mountain.
Qin Han frowned, thinking to himself, "The energy there seems different from other places. Could there be some extraordinary treasure?"
"Hey, what are you looking at?" Ya Rou suddenly came over to Qin Han's side and asked quietly.
Qin Han's state of mind had long transcended the mundane, and at this moment, he harmonized with the mountain's natural spirit. In Ya Rou's eyes, Qin Han, standing by the cliff's edge, seemed to emanate an ethereal aura, making one irresistibly drawn to him, hardly seeming like a villain.
"Nothing. Your friend is calling you," Qin Han said indifferently without turning his head.
Just as Qin Han's words fell, they heard the voice of the man from before: "Ya Rou, don't stand near the edge of the cliff, it's very dangerous."
