Endless mountain forest, rising and falling.
It appears particularly dark in the night, as if it harbors some great danger. From time to time, piercing wolf howls echo from the depths of the forest, reverberating through the empty valley.
At this moment.
Two figures dressed in snow-white robes slowly appeared at the edge of the forest. Their faces were elderly, their aura obscure. One was tall and thin, resembling a bamboo pole, while the other was short and fat, somewhat rounded.
Standing side by side, both turned their gaze toward the giant military camp ahead, their long brows gently furrowing.
"It's been so many days, why hasn't there been any news of that youth? It's truly odd. Could it be the Black Lotus Saint Envoy hasn't acted against him?"
The short, fat elder pondered as he spoke.
"Suspicious!"
The tall, thin elder spoke coldly.
