Qian Yu switched on the thermal imager, carefully scanning the undergrowth for indentations or tracks left by a snake.
Meanwhile, Yang Qi quietly activated his Great Derivation Spirit-Controlling Technique to heighten his sensitivity to life auras.
The auras of ordinary snakes weren't exactly rare in a wide-open park like this, teeming with lush vegetation and small animals.
But after carefully sifting through them, Yang Qi did manage to catch a trace of a unique aura amidst the jumble—one that was extremely faint, carrying a cold and slightly musky scent.
This aura was identical to the one he had sensed from the leather bag back at the restaurant!
It felt like a slippery, icy thread, leading intermittently toward a pile of rocks on the lakeshore.
"Qian Yu, over here."
