Before the chaotic footprints, Bo Ao Lie stood up.
He gazed at the intersecting rivers, puddles, and creeks in front of him, lost in thought.
"Escaped?" Bo Ao Lie looked at Cléante.
Cléante was covered in mud, looking very embarrassed, as if he had just been pulled out of a puddle or mud pit.
"They were smart, throwing away those old sick ones, they moved a lot faster than before." Cléante grumbled.
"You still haven't answered my question." Bo Ao Lie remained indifferent.
"They probably ran through the water, didn't take the main road, probably entered the swamp." Shivering, Cléante immediately answered honestly, "Further ahead is the area where dangerous creatures appear, they're doomed."
Bo Ao Lie shook his head: "Not necessarily, they have witches with them, two even, those creatures shouldn't be a problem for them."
"Should we keep chasing them then?"
