Shrouded in mist, the City of Mourning the Dead is elusive in location and trace. Finding a water source is a stroke of luck; if they miss this chance to replenish, who knows when they'll find water again.
After considering for a while, Lu Hong spoke up: "Let me go scout the way. If there's no danger, you can come drink the water then."
Lu Hong suggested, his body is small, like an ant in the eyes of the enormous fierce creatures. Normally, fierce beasts aren't interested in playing with something as insignificant as an ant like him. Therefore, the danger is naturally much less than for a Titan.
"Master...."
Zuo Sha was about to refuse, but was interrupted by Lu Hong: "I'm not likely to attract the attention of fierce beasts. Stay here quietly, be alert to the surroundings, and be cautious of any danger that might emerge from the mist at any time."
As he spoke, Lu Hong dashed towards the vicinity of the water source.
