A glint appeared in Wang Meng's eyes.
Without a second word, he hefted his Giant Axe and followed.
The two moved in tandem, one high and one low.
One cleared a path on the ground while the other scouted from the canopy, their coordination seamless.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at a low-lying area concealed by thick vines.
Han Feng dropped silently from the canopy.
He reached out and pushed aside the vines before him.
"Shhh—"
He turned his head and made a hushing gesture to Wang Meng, who had just caught up.
Wang Meng immediately lightened his steps, held his breath, and crept closer.
He followed Han Feng's gaze.
In the next second, his breath caught in his throat.
Before them was a natural spring, less than three meters in diameter.
The water was a strange, milky white.
Wisps of chilling air emanated from its surface.
Around the spring grew five strange-looking plants.
