Is someone coming?
Xu Yuan's movements unconsciously halted slightly, his gaze instinctively following where Bai Muxi was looking.
In the early spring night, the dense forest carried the sounds of nature's revival. The momentary silence by the campfire made the rustling of mosquitoes and the distant cries of beasts unusually clear, yet Xu Yuan saw nothing; the pitch-black fog obscured his vision.
Glancing at Bai Muxi's expression, Xu Yuan continued to rotate the meat on the wooden rack, chuckling leisurely:
"Truly, deep in the dense forest there seems to be a household... However, seeing your expression, it must not be any recluse or sage."
Bai Muxi stared into the depths of the fog for a few moments:
"It's a youth, around fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing clothes bearing the Feng Family's clan insignia."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan's mind immediately recalled the two prodigious talents from the Feng Family that were rarely seen.