At an extremely well-concealed observation point, Lin Yu leaned forward slightly, his expression solemn and tense. He clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands stood out slightly. His sharp gaze, like twin torches, burned with intense focus as it locked onto Tang San’s slowly moving figure. His breathing grew shallow, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed with striking clarity in the silent surroundings.
Tang San’s normally smooth brow was furrowed at the moment, as though he were deep in thought or had sensed a trace of unusual energy. His steps were exceptionally cautious, inching forward like a snail. He placed each foot down with extreme care, as if terrified of stepping on some unknown danger. His right hand gripped his martial spirit, Blue Silver Grass, like a pair of pliers; the Blue Silver Grass seemed fused with his palm, conveying a sense of unbreakable strength. His vigilant gaze swept across his surroundings, missing not a single corner, and his eyes were filled with caution and suspicion.
Tang San’s movements were abnormally slow, every shift carrying a sense of wariness. His eyes flashed with alertness, maintaining a high level of sensitivity to the environment around him. His ears twitched slightly as he listened for surrounding movements, ready to catch even the faintest sound. His pace was light yet steady, as though he were ready at any moment to deal with a potential threat.
Chapter 26