It was already dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled over the vast forest. As the sun consumed its last bit of heat, it hurriedly ducked behind the mountains and vanished, much like Shijing Teng and his two associates who could not be found, leaving behind some ambiguous and hard-to-judge clues. Luo Zheng stared calmly in the direction of Ten Thousand Waterfalls Valley, his heavy expression adding a touch of decisiveness. Beside him, Mountain Eagle said softly, "Things seem strange, it's really hard to judge."