Finally, sixteen kilometers out, Su Huan detected a fluctuation that felt familiar.
"Over there, that's where you came from, right?"
Su Huan raised his hand and pointed toward the back mountain behind the camp as he asked.
Lian Jin nodded. "Yeah. On the way here a leopard tried to catch me. I scared it, and it startled quite a few beasts."
Song Zhiyue said in surprise, "You found it?"
"Just a lead."
A minute later, on the back mountain, in a wide birch forest, a black figure slowly descended.
Behind him was Lian Jin sprinting madly. Running on snow meant he had to hold back, so he'd only covered a little over a kilometer. The people from Song Zhiyue's camp were even slower; they'd only just crawled out of the snow cave.
Su Huan spread his perception again, with no intention of waiting, and lunged straight ahead.
