Afternoon.
Sunlight filtered through thick leaves, and the temperature in the forest was warm and pleasant.
The grass on the ground swayed gently with the breeze. Not far away, the sound of footsteps rustled.
Soon, large patches of feather reed grass were brushed aside, and two figures walked over.
Ah Sang looked at the surrounding terrain and said, "We're already ten miles from the village."
Then, she looked down at a spot, bent over, and wiped the ground with her hand.
Brushing aside a large area of leaves, the ground revealed two hidden footprints.
"Brother, there's someone nearby," Ah Sang said with certainty on her face.
Qin Hao lowered his head and inspected the surroundings on the ground, and said solemnly, "There are quite a few people; it seems it was lively here before!"
"Brother, you know Tracking Technique too?" Ah Sang was a bit surprised.
In forest survival, hunter instinct and Tracking Technique are basic survival skills.
"It's normal for the tribesmen."
