One, there cannot be two.
What should be done?
As the sky grows dark.
Li Xuan suddenly sensed something, he stopped thinking, hunched over and crouched even lower.
In the distance, a scouting Martial Artist wearing soft armor was using the hilt of a knife to push aside weeds.
As he pushed, the Martial Artist suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "There's a fork in the road here!"
As soon as this call fell, Zhou Eli holding a knife elegantly landed.
"Lord Zhou, there's a path here!" the Martial Artist repeated.
Zhou Eli's beautiful eyes quietly observed the area, paused for a moment, and murmured, "No grass grows, hidden miasma, such a dangerous place... Wang Fengyang, come and take a look!"
Soon, the tall, muscular man walked over, sniffed, looked at the mountain path, and nodded to Zhou Eli.
The two of them looked grave.
Wang Fengyang raised his hand, pointing to the accompanying Martial Artists, and shouted domineeringly, "You, you, you, and you... go in and explore."
