"Who is it?" Zhong Haoyang turned around warily.
"It's fine. It's just a rock falling. You're too nervous. Relax," Fang Heng said with studied casualness. However, when he saw Zhong Haoyang's face, he suddenly sensed something and narrowed his eyes involuntarily. There was a strange look of inspection in his eyes.
"Uh..." Zhong Haoyang gulped and asked carefully, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Fang Heng realized that Zhong Haoyang's lifeblood circulation speed had increased a little under the surrounding mist.
They had been here for a few minutes. Was it because of the increased concentration of the blood mist?
Fang Heng's blood affinity had reached a very high level, so he was exceptionally sensitive to the speed of blood flow.
"Don't move, spread out your palms."
Zhong Haoyang was baffled, but he still followed Fang Heng's instructions and opened his palm.
"Whoosh!"