Cheng Yuan whose sword was already drawn started to do a detailed search of the area with his spiritual sense. His expression grew tenser by the second.
"I can't detect anyone close by, what about you Wen Chang?" Cheng Yuan quickly asked as they shrank their formation and made it tightly knit.
"I h.a.v.e.n.t e.i.t.h.e.r," Wen Chang's raspy voice sounded. When they left the Order she did not have the voice transmission ball the Order lent her therefore she could only go back to using the cheap voice transmission bead the sect had bought her.
Due to its degraded quality, it made her voice sound like her voice chord had been filled with dry sand.
Cheng Yuan made a silent note to upgrade her voice transmission bead. It was up the priority list of must-do things before he went into seclusion but first they had to determine the situation at hand.