Although the scenery in this area remained as breathtaking as ever, the group no longer felt the excitement they did when they first arrived.
Especially De Gaulle, who hadn't said much from the beginning, and nobody knew what he was thinking.
Qi Yun walked at the back, continually observing the primitive forest ahead of him.
The breeze blew gently, causing the treetops to sway slightly, as if silently bidding farewell; perhaps this would be the last time humans set foot here.
Suddenly, Xiao Wu, who was walking beside him, stopped and abruptly turned around to look back, his expression tense.
Qi Yun noticed his unusual behavior and stopped to ask, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"
Xiao Wu stared at the jungle behind them for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I have a feeling something has been watching us this whole way, yet I found no trace."
"Maybe I'm just mistaken..."
