The Black Forest remained tranquil, the towering gray-black trees imposing a heavy sense of oppression on those within.
Especially when alone.
At this moment, a strong sense of unease lingered in Paul's heart.
Chen Zhou had been gone for a long time in pursuit of the Black-robed Man. Paul dared not stay in place, instead choosing to take the Three-headed Serrated Tiger Cubs towards the edge of the forest.
One man and three tigers concealed their forms, hiding behind several large trees at the forest's perimeter.
Having traveled this far, it should be quite safe according to logic.
Paul knew that once Chen Zhou dealt with the Black-robed Man, he could find him. But now, crouching under the tree, he felt no sense of safety. There was an intuition in the back of his mind warning him—
Perhaps the first to arrive would not be Chen Zhou, but the Black-robed Man.
