In the misty canyon.
Qingsu led the group closely following Zhang Rongfang, quickly heading towards the depths of the canyon.
Along the way, because of their rapid pace, no one spoke; they were solely focused on the journey.
After traveling in this manner for over ten minutes, Qingsu vaguely felt that something was off.
"Sir, may I ask how much further we have to go?"
"We're almost there! Just ahead!" Zhang Rongfang replied without turning his head.
"Yes!"
The group felt slightly reassured; after witnessing Zhang Ying, the Daoist's power, they had significant trust in him.
If it were someone else, perhaps everyone would feel uneasy.
But with the Daoist leading, everyone's confidence was high.
Buzz...
In a daze, Qingsu seemed to hear some subtle sounds in the distance.
The sound quickly approached, growing louder.
"Sir, did you hear any sounds?" Qingsu's face slightly changed as she quickly asked.
But after looking around and then forward, she was horrified to find.
