Xu Huo didn't chime in. He felt that Dai Song's attitude was contradictory, something was amiss, but now wasn't the time to delve into it.
They were lucky; the vines covering this area seemed to originate from the same parent plant. After some cleaning, the vines in other parts showed signs of retreat. It didn't take long for a path to open up in the middle. However, as the car moved forward, the group noticed signs of battle. A large area of the grove's flowers, grass, and trees had been ravaged, with scorch marks resembling lightning strikes everywhere, and a large number of charred vines scattered on the ground.
"There's no sign of blood. The people who passed through here shouldn't be injured," Qiu Ming observed.
"Who would be here at this time?" Cao Qinglin frowned slightly.
