The spiders on the ground began to surge and quickly retreated, clearing a path for the newcomer. Then they quietly lay down on the ground, not daring to move.
Standing before the large tent, Xie Wenbin's previously smiling face instantly stiffened, and his eerie eyes fixed on a spot on the ground, clenching his mouth as he stared at the spiders, taking quite a while before spitting out two words: "Useless trash."
"Master." Another young man walked out of the forest and respectfully greeted Xie Wenbin with a fist salute.
Xie Wenbin snorted coldly, "They've escaped, go chase them."
Zhu Si looked up in surprise, seeing the ferocious terror on his master's face, then quickly bowed his head: "Yes, I will go at once."