Zhuo Junyue had walked for a while when he discovered yet another fork in the path.
This place seemed just like a labyrinth.
The little thing had fallen from above, so logically, it shouldn't have gone far.
Unless some animal dragged her away or she was washed away by water.
Considering these two possibilities sent a shiver down Zhuo Junyue's spine.
Either possibility was extremely dangerous for her.
Such places were inherently fraught with danger.
Zhuo Junyue felt that blindly searching for people, spreading their attention thin, would only make it less likely for them to find the little thing.
Meanwhile, Lin Zishuang quickly noticed something was off as well—this place was just like a maze.
Half an hour later, they used fluorescent powder to return to the starting point.
"How did it go, did you find Ningyan?"
Lin Zishuang and Feng Tianyou both unconsciously shook their heads, their expressions grave.