On a hillside, three people were sitting on a rock resting.
It's already February, and Jiangbei is starting to warm up. This place is in the south, and the temperature is already quite high. So, the relatively younger man was using a bamboo hat to fan himself, while an elderly man with snow-white hair was drinking water from a gourd, and another was using a branch to poke at an ant nest on the ground.
Beside them was a bamboo basket with a white fox lying inside.
"We've searched the slopes and valleys over there and found nothing unusual." The old man finished drinking, corked the gourd, "Do you think it's possible that it's not in these mountains?" They'd encountered members of the Flame Sect, but hadn't seen the Medicinal Soldiers, nor any signs of people being imprisoned.
The young man shook his head: "It has to be in these mountains." Otherwise, they have nowhere to hide people.
