Ran Yan glanced at him indifferently and began looking for the way.
Liu Qingsong, inexplicably buoyed again, followed behind Ran Yan cheerfully. Ran Yan, puzzled by his behavior, hesitated before finally speaking, "What are you thinking about now?"
Liu Qingsong chuckled, "Based on the main character's indestructibility and various adventures..."
Ran Yan decisively turned to search for the path. The guards from Xiao's residence, used to Liu Qingsong's ramblings, let his words enter one ear and exit the other, as if a gust of wind had passed through, especially since they never understood them anyway.
After walking another half circle on a path, Ran Yan found a slightly shorter patch of grass under a pine tree, as if there was a not-so-obvious gap.
"This might be it." Ran Yan bent down and crawled under the pine tree. Ahead was still more pine trees, so she continued along the faint traces on the grass.
The group moved cautiously, following Ran Yan on tiptoe.
