"It should be here..."
In the deep mountain forest, within the swampy marsh, the Black Bear Man irritably brushed aside the branches above, his nose twitching as if trying to catch a scent.
Beside him, the White-robed Scholar meticulously compared a hand-drawn detailed map, his vertical pupils constantly revolving.
Logically, demon ancestors like them of Primordial Spirit level, with a mere thought, could sweep their divine sense over hundreds of thousands, even millions of miles.
Yet at this moment, these two demon ancestors were like ordinary humans, measuring the land with their feet, using their eyes and a map to find their target.
Seeing the valley that was deep within this forest, resembling an old coffin, the White-robed Scholar nodded lightly.
