Yang Mo handed him a medicine vial. "This is Tracking Medicine. Sprinkle a little every hundred paces or so, and I'll find you. The beasts in this forest aren't that ferocious. I'll be fine."
With that, he shot a sidelong glance at the Boatwoman and turned to leave.
Xiao Shenke looked lost. "Da Yong, what should we do?"
"We do what Brother Mo says!"
Zhang Da Yong gripped his long spear and signaled for the others to follow, but his eyes remained on Yang Mo for a long time.
Just moments before, he had attached a wisp of Soul Mist to the back of Yang Mo's head, allowing him to share all of Yang Mo's senses.
...
HUFF... HUFF...
Yang Mo panted heavily, searching for footprints as he moved through the woods. He'd actually learned a few tracking skills from following Xiao Shenke.
But they were skills he had only just picked up.
He was bound to make mistakes.
It was autumn, and the mountains were covered in fallen leaves, obscuring the footprints in many places.
