A heavy rain had completely erased the tracks of the people ahead, and without any paths in the same direction, everyone simply set their course and blazed their own trails through the rainforest.
Song Xiaodong wasn't afraid of encountering those people again. In fact, deep down, he rather hoped for a confrontation, even though his own strength had already become formidable. Only through real combat could he solidify his abilities further.
Now, when he practiced with Sun Zhentian at home, it was more about sparring, lacking the life-or-death intensity of the past. Naturally, he couldn't unleash his true power, nor could he truly enhance his skills.
Traveling with Sun Yiyi, neither mentioned what had happened inside the tree hollow. Sun Yiyi still carried an endless charm with every frown and smile, and facing her, Song Xiaodong had become even more composed.