Liǔ Cháoquè stared blankly, wondering why she had been looking at her, only to see her quickly turn her head away and fix her gaze on the distance, as if her previous action had been an illusion.
There lay a black line connecting the blue sky to the forest, looking as though a world map had been torn in half and then pieced back together.
Yet the perceptive Liǔ Cháoquè already understood... fire. A forest fire. If she remembered correctly, it was in the direction of Monkey Uncle and the others.
Chapter 35