Chixia Mountain in the early morning was still shrouded in a pale green mist.
Tender branches and leaves wrapped in crystal clear dew swayed gently in the breeze.
Startled birds sang, trapped beasts suddenly cried out.
Every inch revealed the most innocent appearance of nature.
It was in that thicket concealed by dry twigs where two figures came closer and closer together.
Watching Zhao Lang approach, Jiang Li frowned slightly with some caution.
"Do you have to squeeze over to my side?"
Zhao Lang cast his eyes down and glanced at her, crouching on the ground, nearly curling up; his gaze was tinged with a teasing smile.
"Sorry, I'm just afraid of being exposed."
Jiang Li withdrew her gaze and then looked out into the distant mist.
"Are you sure those people are hiding here?"
Zhao Lang nodded, "I've been scouting this area for several days now; they're definitely hiding here. I've seen fresh footprints nearby every day."
"So have you found out what they are up to?"
