After the blackbird perched on the low tree shrieked, it fluttered its wings and flew above Shen Can and the others, circling once.
In the forest shrouded in miasma, two figures leaned against the massive low tree, chewing on a green herb, causing green foam to continually bubble from their mouths.
One was male, the other female. The female wore a veiled face, her veil soaked with green sap, and the male appeared somewhat effeminate.
"The barbarians from the north are truly primitive, roasting meat brazenly amid the miasma." The effeminate man sneered, "Country bumpkins will always be country bumpkins."
The female frowned, "Chu Luo, how are things going? Have they fallen yet?"
"Ayun, you may not trust me, but you should trust your Medicine for Miasma. It's colorless and tasteless, perfect for use amid the miasma."
The two stepped out from behind the low tree and quickly approached the resting place of Shen Can and his group.
"See, sleeping soundly by the campfire."
