The Crests of the Giant Purple Lindens
Redakteur: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
An odd sound was coming from the bushes. Lan Luo immediately scanned her surroundings cautiously.
It was difficult to tell if the grass was rustling because of the wind or there was indeed something moving among the grass. Therefore, they had to be on alert at all times, which was very mentally draining.
"I can't sense where they are," Zhao Manyan murmured.
"It's their natural slaughterhouse here. They should have some way to avoid detection," Mo Fan agreed.
"There are voices in this direction..." Lan Luo turned to her side before quickly turning around and blurting out, "There's some movement here… and here too!"
Mo Fan looked around him. He grinned and said, "It looks like we're getting close to their den, so a lot of them have come to intercept us!"