In the dense forest, he swiftly shuttled back and forth like an agile monkey, gracefully leaping and maneuvering among the branches with fluid and natural movements.
As he flew, he flexibly turned his head, eyes sharp as a hawk's, not missing a single hidden corner, carefully searching for Liu Tingting's whereabouts.
The surrounding leaves rustled in the wind, occasionally accompanied by the clear chirps of birds, and a squirrel joyously hopped among the branches, knocking a few pine cones that fell "thud" on the ground. These sounds interwove to form the unique background of his journey, adding a sense of mystery and tension to his investigation.
His Lightweight Technique was miraculous, every footstep placed with perfect precision, every leap smooth as flowing water, as if he were a spirit born to this mountain forest.
At this moment, Liu Tingting was stealthily hiding deep within the woods.
She crouched low, stepping lightly and carefully like a wild cat preparing to pounce.
