Tang Wen drifted up into the giant tree.
He moved straight up, like some phantom from a horror movie.
The Brown-tailed Crow gave a warning.
Without a moment's hesitation, Tang Wen ducked into the dense canopy.
He probed his instincts repeatedly but detected no warning.
Only then did he relax slightly.
"Go, take a look. Be careful, and don't make a sound."
The Brown-tailed Crow took flight, gliding silently from high to low.
Tang Wen tapped into its sight. From its high vantage point, everything was perfectly clear.
A dozen or so seconds later, it landed beside a large tree.
Its right eye seemed to casually stare at the thicket below.
A team of men in black was there.
They were also facing the direction of the Public Water Spirit, seemingly waiting for something.
'They're not from the gang.'
'So close?'
Tang Wen drew a sharp breath.
He was secretly glad that he hadn't made much noise earlier.
