Qin Feng and Xi Ping quietly followed the glowing footprints through the trees until they stopped at an abandoned area.
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes. "The trail ends here?"
He looked around in confusion, trying to find more clues.
"Maybe the person flew away," Xi Ping said, frowning. "Or… used some sky technique."
Qin Feng's expression turned serious. After thinking for a moment, he nodded.
"Yeah… That could be it. But…" He stepped closer to a nearby tree, scanning the bark and the leaves.
His eyes locked onto something. "Look."
Xi Ping followed his gaze and gasped. There were tiny footprints on the tree's surface—light but fast-moving.
"They ran through the trees…" Qin Feng said darkly. "With my Jiyai in a cage."
He clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with cold anger.
"She's mine. My little wife. How dare they take her away?!"
Without another word, he darted ahead, following the faint trail of broken branches and leaf marks left behind.
Xi Ping followed close behind.
