While Fang Bai and his companions were in the bamboo forest's concealment formation, dozens of miles away on a mountain peak, Leng Qiushuang and Leng Qiuxue exchanged glances, looking utterly astonished.
"Strange, how did that bunch suddenly vanish without a trace?"
Leng Qiushuang's gaze lingered on the spot where Fang Bai and his group had disappeared, frowning as he spoke.
"They might have learned some kind of secret technique to conceal their presence. We've been too careless!"
Leng Qiuxue sighed as she spoke.
Leng Qiushuang said, "They shouldn't have gone far; let's wait here and observe carefully."
Leng Qiuxue gazed toward a dense forest in the distance and whispered, "The three old fellows of Zizai Monk are also nearby. Though they're well-hidden, they don't know my instincts are sharp, and I've already discovered their presence."
