As they approached the cave entrance, Wang Xiaoshuai sensed something amiss—the breeze blowing out from it carried a faint scent of seafood.
Could it be that Jingjing and Li Yifeng were eaten by a mountain leopard?
Wang Xiaoshuai quickly took out his dagger from his waist.
This dagger was left to him by his master before his passing. For those who often traverse the mountains, a dagger is an excellent self-defense tool, and Wang Xiaoshuai always kept it on him.
Suddenly, a growling sound came from his stomach. Last night's frantic running and fighting had drained too much of his strength.
But aside from feeling a bit hungry, his body was still full of energy, not at all like he had fought a whole night.
Wang Xiaoshuai took a deep breath, tiptoed slowly into the cave, and discovered that it was empty—there was only a dead mountain leopard inside.
A bad premonition surged in Wang Xiaoshuai's chest, and he hurriedly scouted the surroundings.