Yan Gui didn't dare take that risk.
"Speak."
The Hunting Knife twirled in her hand, Mo Shangjun spoke lazily.
As she moved inward, the Hunting Knife seemed to vanish into thin air.
Yan Gui looked on with envy, suddenly regretting that he hadn't exchanged "learning that trick" for some varieties of wild vegetables.
Still, a promise is a promise, and Yan Gui didn't delay any longer.
"The first thing," Yan Gui held out a finger, smilingly said, "Someone is supervising us nearby, but not the batch of instructors that appeared, they're hidden. I found them while idly wandering. They're equipped, but they retreated before I got close. Anyway, I suspect this task of collecting wild vegetables isn't as simple as it seems."
"Hmm."
Mo Shangjun wasn't surprised by this matter.
She always felt the atmosphere was odd, like they were being watched, but didn't know exactly what was happening.
In fact, Yan Gui's information was merely a reminder.
