But when his Divine Sense probed inside, his eyes widened, breath quickened, and his chest heaved violently.
When he looked up again, Zhou and Lu Yaoyao's figures had already departed.
He solemnly bowed deeply in the direction they had left, not rising for a long time.
...
Half a month later!
A flying ship slowly descended into the dense forest on the outskirts of the Witch Ancestor Mountain Range. Zhou put away his flying magical artifact, gazing solemnly into the distance.
The undulating mountains stretched like a sleeping dragon between heaven and earth.
The main peak towered into the clouds, shrouded in a gray mist. At the foot, a rapid river roared past with a thunderous roar.
"Is this the Witch Ancestor Mountain Range?" Lu Yaoyao lowered her voice, a hint of astonishment in her eyes.
Zhou nodded, his Divine Sense spreading out like silk: "Conceal your presence, be mindful of safety."
The old hen in his arms moved uneasily, and he gently pressed it down.
