North of Big Camphor Tree Base.
Two Taoists looked at the Satellite City not far away, feeling a bit conflicted about whether to go over.
"Aren't you quite good at predicting? Do you think Qingyang would be here?" The short and stout Taoist asked the tall and thin Taoist.
The tall and thin Taoist seemed a bit embarrassed but still said:
"Why not just go over and ask?"
The short and stout Taoist thought for a moment and said:
"It's better to be cautious. We've come across many bad people before; if they mistake us for food, that would be troublesome."
The tall and thin Taoist hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said: "Then I'll go first, you wait outside. If things don't seem right, give me a signal."
"Once again, I have to rescue you!" The short and stout Taoist cursed and complained.
The tall and thin Taoist said nothing, stood up with his sword, and walked towards Satellite City.
