In the fields, two people in black robes appeared with two iron-clad puppets in one of the croplands. After they looked at each other, one of them released the 18 wooden puppets in their sleeve.
The wooden puppets quickly bounced around the field, as if they were looking for something.
After half an hour, one of them suddenly said, "Cloud Yi, we've found a clue. The northwest."
Cloud Yi removed her black hood and looked in the northwest direction. "Let's go."
They did not fly there. Instead, they ran on the ground. They had just returned here. It was not much different from when they first came here. Thus, it was better to be more cautious.
Cloud Yi stood on a mountain creek. She suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. "There is no sign of life. No one has come here in a long time."