The four of them sprinted swiftly, ascending the hillside through the woodland until they reached the top, from which they could survey the movements within the surrounding forest.
Ren Mian glanced at Ji Xinghuo.
Only after seeing his nod indicating safety did she say, "Everyone stop, catch your breath and recover your strength."
"Whew..."
Chi Zhonglin placed the heavy backpack on the ground, cursing between gasps for air, "Have the Forest Patrol Clan gone mad? They attacked us without any reason."
"It's not surprising. They might be followers of the Red Emperor," Ren Mian said with a grave expression.
As she spoke, she planted a small herb in the ground, which quickly grew into a lush cluster of leaves. The leaves radiated a bright light that fell upon their bodies, instantly invigorating them, soothing their fatigue, and swiftly restoring the energy they had just expended.
Ji Xinghuo was not seeing this plant for the first time; it was called "Thousand-Year Green."