The night was surprisingly peaceful. Xie Qing was on guard and therefore did not sleep or meditate. Every half hour, he checked the surroundings for the presence of demonic monsters but found no traces. This silence should have caused fewer problems, but it was unsettling. So, he left the tent and began to walk around the area.
"What a thick smell of blood," he thought, looking around. As he inspected the area, he was drawn into the forest. A thick smell of blood, both human and monster, emanated from here. He was wearing armor, just in case.
"Silence... So quiet that it's suspicious," Xie Qing pondered. The most important thing was that when he first came here, he was able to detect monsters. But now, there was no reaction from his Dao technique, as if he was descending a staircase and skipping a step.