The man was forcibly dragged over by four dogs, cursing awkwardly.
"Just came back, huh?" Song Zhiyue looked him over, "Didn't manage to get anything?"
The man sighed gloomily and then remembered something, saying, "The mountain was cleaned out, not even a rabbit. Must have been scared off by something."
Hearing this, Song Zhiyue's eyes changed, "White Demon?"
"No."
Su Huan suddenly spoke, seeing the two look over, he pondered, "They can only enter Donghuang's territory in small numbers, can't go deep, especially now that my people have blocked them, must be something else."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyue breathed a sigh of relief; helping Su Huan fight was fine, and he could earn some reward. As for Mao Bear, he couldn't care less who went there—they definitely wouldn't.
In any case, they're hiding, and the White Demon can't come in.
Su Huan promptly said, "But you guys should recall your people in the north; if they get possessed, it'll be troublesome."
