Hou Niao stopped and simultaneously recalled his nose dog, sensing that something was amiss.
Ahead was a deep ravine stretching for several miles, tens of yards wide and over a dozen yards deep with wild grass and shrubs as tall as a person; such terrain was uncommon in the wastelands of Yinling, and he could detect a hint of a monster's presence.
"Why have we stopped?" Xiang Zhiwen asked casually.
Hou Niao replied, "There is a demon hidden within, harboring ill intentions. I feared for my nose dog's safety, so I called it back."
Xiang Zhiwen nodded, "Hmm, your vigilance isn't bad, knowing that proceeding might lead to a group beating; this here is Grass Dragon Valley, I think I've been here five or six times? How about you, Dou Gong?"
Dou Gong was also relaxed, "No less than ten times! I'm always wandering around this region, elder brother, your territory isn't here."
