Yan Zhaoge looked at the whisk that Ah Hu was holding.
Ah Hu was also looking quizzically at it before he raised his head and looked blankly at Yan Zhaoge.
“Did the whisk shake just now?” Yan Zhaoge asked him.
Ah Hu nodded, “Yes, Young Master.”
He pointed towards the east, “Not only did the whisk shake, the white line that leads the way also shook slightly just now. Still, it recovered in an instant.”
“Something must have affected the whisk,” Yan Zhaoge stroked his lower chin, “It should not have been that cave manor, or the white line would have changed direction.”
Ah Hu grinned, “Young Master, could it be the other half of that whisk?”
Yan Zhaoge said, “It is possible. Still, it may not be the whisk itself. It could be some signs or clues.”
If it was the other half of the whisk, this half of the whisk in their possession should have reacted more intensely.