The demonic beasts' forest seemed to be quieter than before. It wasn't long since the first time they entered the place, but they felt as if a century had passed.
There was only the sound of feet stepping on the dead leaves as if there were only Ye Xuan and Shen Changlin in the whole forest.
In fact, this was indeed the case. The beast tide had just retreated, and the people of Changping were all recuperating. After the previous incident, who would still dare to step into the forest? They were very careful even when they approached, afraid that they would be torn apart by the demonic beasts.
Ye Xuan was very calm this time, probably because he had confidence in himself. Those who didn't know would think that he was strolling in his garden.
On the other hand, Shen Changlin's mental state was highly developed as soon as he stepped into the forest. He was like a tight bowstring that was in danger of cracking at any time.