Chapter 293: On the Banks of the Tongtian River

By the bonfire.

Chen Mu held up his right hand before his eyes.

Truthful Listening!

Hum!

A fist-sized black sphere emerged in the palm of his hand.

With a thought, the black sphere suddenly expanded and dispersed. Centering on Chen Mu, it swept through the dense forest like a breeze.

At the same time, an image in black and white appeared in his mind.

In the heart of the camp, Song Wujie rested with closed eyes; Liang Yi fiddled with some unknown potion; Mo Wuzhou cultivated with closed eyes.

Two miles east, a slowly writhing snake on a big tree.

Five miles south, a pig rabbit with more than half its body buried in the mud, only its legs kicking on the outside.

Above in the sky, an owl glided silently with a wingspan of one meter.

Even the Cold Moon Toad hidden underground could be faintly discerned.

After ten breaths, the image shattered and vanished.

"What a great Secret Technique," Chen Mu marvelled.

"Just a bit taxing on the spirit."