At the edge of the White Compass, a small black dot appeared.
"Indeed!" Luo Shuchen stretched out his hand to receive the compass, casually handing back the binoculars, "It's within ten miles!"
Feng Jun was skilled in using the binoculars, scanning around and quickly locking onto the target.
Luo Shuchen was no less capable, humming lightly, "It's right beside that village... what a great place to hide."
Feng Jun was somewhat speechless. Why did these cultivators always like to hide near a mortal's village?
However, the cultivator he encountered this time was not too bad, stationed over three miles away from the village—should they not fight too fiercely, he guessed it wouldn't affect the villagers.
The two lowered their flight altitude, stealthily flying towards that direction. After covering three miles, Feng Jun whispered, "Be careful, there are two people."
Up until now, he hadn't realized that those who had come were two brothers. But that didn't matter anymore.