"You said those plants were near the riverbank, so it shouldn't have been far. When the roaming beasts attacked, I called for help. Didn't you hear it?"
Wen Shu stared straight into Wu Xuan's eyes, recounting her entire experience by the riverbank.
Wu Xuan kept walking, listening to her account. A flicker of shock flashed in his golden eyes, his brow furrowing tighter. When he spoke, his voice was a bit hoarse, "Female, when I was picking the spicy seeds, you didn't come looking for me, did you?"
Hearing his abrupt question, Wen Shu's heart skipped a beat, sensing he wasn't joking. She slowly widened her eyes, "I... did I go looking for you?"
A silent cold wind blew, the trees overhead wildly waved their branches and leaves, producing countless whispering rustling sounds, like monsters with gaping mouths secretly spying from the shadows.
Wu Xuan glanced at the nearby tribe, nodding solemnly.
