"What's the matter, Incense Master?"
Liang Buqing saw Fang Zhixing suddenly stop, first startled, then asked with confusion.
Fang Zhixing's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze deep, he said indifferently, "There seems to be some movement in the reeds."
Liang Buqing was startled, quickly turned his head to take a careful look.
The reeds swayed with the wind, now leaning this way, now that.
What was unusual about them?
At that moment, Xigou suddenly ran forward, sniffed carefully, and transmitted his voice, "Definitely not far from us, within a hundred meters."
Fang Zhixing stayed silent for a moment, then gave direction, "Use your shadow clone to investigate."
Xigou had this in mind; he leaped into the reeds, out of Liang Buqing's line of sight and immediately created a shadow clone that sprinted forward.
The scent of blood in the air grew increasingly intense.
Moreover, the stench was mixed; it must not come from just one creature.
