"It seems Si Hou should be within this mountain range,"
Xiang Beifei sat on the cliff's edge, surveying the mountain range where miasma continuously surged forth, carefully contemplating the situation in front of him.
He had circled around once again and ended up back where he started; if he continued following the direction of the compass, he might circle back again.
Logically, the direction of the compass should not be wrong, but for some reason, he had followed the compass's direction for quite a while, only to find himself going in circles here. This was nothing like the time he went to Chen Hou.
When he went to Chen Hou, upon reaching the entrance, the compass had stopped moving, but here the compass just kept spinning in this area.
"No, no, it can't be that simple."
Xiang Beifei leaned against a rock, propping his chin in his hand, looking at the stone in the palm of his right hand, fiddling with it nonstop.
"Woof woof?" Xiaohei asked, puzzled.
