Gong Xinhe had originally wanted to turn back and report to Meng Xinian immediately, but he worried that by the time he did, those two people might have disappeared.
He gritted his teeth, pulled up his pants, tightened his belt, and chased after the two figures.
The rain struck his face, blurring his vision. Being in the mountains and forests, he risked being tripped by roots or whipped by branches constantly. If it weren't for the continuous training with Meng Xinian, he wouldn't be able to walk fast in such conditions, let alone run.
But those two people were running very fast.
It seemed like they were used to living in this environment.
Gong Xinhe almost lost them several times.
About ten minutes later, he saw them run to the side of a hill slope covered with dangling vines. The two brushed aside the vines with their hands and swiftly entered.
Gong Xinhe felt a jump in his heart.
Was there actually a cave here?
Could this be their hideout?