The moment Zhu Deming split away from Sun Longzi, it was like he was a completely different man. Not that the outside had changed all that much, he was still silent and watchful, but something inside of him was shifting…
Changing…
Like his entire body was reacting to the mountain in a way he hadn't noticed before, not when everyone was around.
Shaking the sentimental thoughts from his head, Zhu Deming concentrated on his mission.
The mother with the sick child had fallen behind, moving more slowly now. Her arms were clearly tires, and the baby's fever was rising.
He followed her through a different trail—one that seemed to be barely used. The grass was still mostly intact, only slightly disturbed by recent footsteps. A game trail, maybe, but it was barely distinguishable from the rest of the woods.
But it definitely wasn't random.
The woman knew where she was going.
