Xiang Kun's figure flickered, quickly closing in on Shi Feiyang. He slightly leaned to the side and lowered his voice, almost whispering, "It seems we have found the right spot." His voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz, yet carried a hint of uncontrollable excitement.
Jin Liufu was rubbing his fists together, clenching his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, emitting a faint "crack-crack" sound. Excitement flickered in his eyes, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. He even let out a low growl from his throat, eager to capture all these people in one stroke to uncover the missing Sect Leader's whereabouts, as if he were about to rush out and start a slaughter any second.
Shi Feiyang frowned deeply, lost in thought as various battle strategies flashed through his mind, countless ideas streaking like meteors. His eyes sometimes appeared heavy, at other times bright, engaged in a fierce mental battle.
