Without hesitation, Ye Ying charged into the Black Forest after reaching its entrance, without a hint of hesitation or deliberation.
At this moment, the only thing he could think of was that Jun Ning and the others had entered the Black Forest and would surely be in danger.
He brushed aside layers of untouched, primitive underbrush and hurried forward.
Passing through an open area, he saw signs of a struggle on the ground, along with considerable bloodstains, which were not confined to one place but scattered around.
Scattered about.
He crouched down to examine the blood. It was still fresh, neither dried nor vanished, proving that all the bloodstains here were from fresh blood.
Fresh blood?
Fresh blood?
This phrase kept echoing in Ye Ying's mind.
And fresh blood indicated someone had just fought here and got injured.
Could it be the Pavilion Master?
