Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang stood shoulder to shoulder, involuntarily leaning against each other as they stared intently at the figure emerging from the dark, dense forest.
The person stood in a place where the dim forest underbrush met the morning sun, not allowing the light of dawn to fall upon them. Like shrouded in enigmatic darkness, they exerted an extreme sense of dread and oppression.
Squinting at the figure, Yang Fei asked, "Is he the one who hurt you?"
Taking a breath, Qin Yanyang nodded slowly, "Mhm."
"Truly remarkable. Not only did you not die, but you also recovered to such an extent in this short period. Impressive." The figure beneath the trees finally spoke in a grating voice as if their throat was being squeezed.
They were more than twenty meters apart, and the figure was in the shade, but Yang Fei and Qin Yanyang's vision far exceeded that of ordinary people, allowing them to discern the person's face clearly.
