The guard at the camp was extremely tight with three layers inside and three layers outside.
If it weren't for Feng Yexuan being at her side, a master whose martial arts had reached a level of near perfection, Xiaoyao doubted she could have made it inside on her own.
However, with Feng Yexuan there, everything became no longer difficult.
His Qinggong was simply an eye-opener.
"I smell the scent of poison, it's very strong!"
Xiaoyao gently tugged at the corner of Feng Yexuan's clothes.
Feng Yexuan looked down at her and asked with his eyes, "Where?"
Xiaoyao pointed to a patch of grass in the distance.
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes.
On the cliffs, there actually grew a large patch of green grass, which indeed looked a bit odd.
However, if it weren't for this girl's suggestion, Feng Yexuan probably wouldn't have noticed this bunch of weeds.
Could it be that behind the weeds, there truly hid a secret?