Looking at the liquid on the ground, Chen Yang naturally associated it with that mysterious creature.
It had only recently been active in the vicinity, and the liquid was still very fresh, without a hint of dryness.
"What kind of liquid is this?"
Chen Yang bent down to observe it and, after a careful analysis, he concluded that it was saliva.
But as to why the mysterious creature would leave saliva here, he had no idea.
He stood up again, glanced in the direction where the creature had fled, and then strode back to the campsite.
Approaching the campsite, in order not to raise any concern in Wang Qingyue, Chen Yang didn't go right in; instead, he stood outside for a while, enjoying the tranquil moonlight.
When he felt enough time had passed and Wang Qingyue was likely sound asleep, he returned to his own place inside the cabin.
The next morning, Wang Hong and the others were relieved to see Chen Yang safe and sound inside the cabin.