Qin Yi and Yun Qinglian quietly followed the group of people in front, with Qin Yi performing a sealing incantation to conceal their auras. Unless they made a big move, it would be difficult for that group to notice them.
The group ahead moved stealthily and cautiously, with their steps so light that even the snapping of a twig made them instinctively pause, tensing their whole bodies.
Qin Yi was full of curiosity. Who were these people that made this group so tense?
After walking and stopping intermittently for about an hour, they arrived at the foot of a towering mountain.
The group ahead stopped, and Qin Yi pulled Yun Qinglian up into a lush ancient tree.
The old man with the goatee quietly made a gesture. Everyone nodded lightly, then took the ropes off their backs, and stealthily moved toward a large cave ahead.
At the mouth of the cave, the ropes flew out, intertwining to form a large net that spread out on the ground in an instant.
