Li Hao spotted five balls of light after a while. Wang Ming’s was sizable, the other four were lesser.0

“This guy really isn’t afraid of death. He’s brought four Darkmoons with him!” Li Hao was struck dumb by what he found. Light and nimble on his feet, he swiftly approached the group that’d set up camp. He’d absorbed a good deal of wind energy and was skilled in the deer style. A few leaps in the darkness propelled him several hundred meters forward so that he landed gently on a tree.1

Looking in the direction of the bonfire, Li Hao saw Wang Ming and Zhou Qin, as well as three girls who weren’t that old. He didn’t look too closely at them. Having a party in the middle of the night would draw attention from anyone keeping an eye on the location.0

The young man looked around, casting his eyes below the ground as well. His eyes were particularly bright in the darkness. They soon darted back to a spot—he vanished where he was and reappeared on another big tree. A ball of light was within his vision. It wasn’t big, so it was likely a Fullmoon level. It was inside the tree instead of below the ground—a wood supernatural!0

So there was...0