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The middle-aged man leading the team gestured for everyone to stop moving, then spoke.

The middle-aged woman named Tinier nodded her head and spoke in a voice so low it was almost inaudible.

A large bat that had been silently circling above the forest seemed to receive some command, immediately changed its course, and flew forward.

As the Night Hidden Bat went ahead to scout, the group stood in place, silently waiting without speaking.

Perhaps due to the Flame Wailing Dragon\'s roar just before, all the creatures in the nearby area had been frightened away, and not even an insect could be found.

The entire forest was completely silent, eerily so.

Renea, holding a bowl of water from which much had spilled due to the hurried journey, stepped slightly away from the group and walked behind a big tree, speaking softly to the Mirror Person reflected in the water:

"Little Mirror, are you from the same foreign place as Xue Jing? Fellow countrymen?"

The Mirror Person standing on Renea\'s shoulder replied discontentedly, "Don\'t call me \'Little Mirror\'; I am decades older than you. Technically, you\'d even be taking advantage if you called me \'Grandpa Mirror\'!"

Pausing, it continued, "Relative to you, he and I could be considered from the same place..."

Renea asked in confusion, "Then what exactly do you want to do when you see him?"

The Mirror Person stroked his chin, "Explaining everything from start to finish would be too troublesome; just take me to see him."

Renea muttered, "Because you said Xue Jing was in a critical situation and needed to meet him urgently, I suggested to Uncle Ezaki that we come investigate. I\'m even risking being close to a Flame Wailing Dragon, so let me know what\'s going on..."

The Mirror Person crossed his arms and said indifferently, "It\'s not some unspeakable secret; just listen when we meet Xue Jing."

At that moment, the silently flying Night Hidden Bat returned.

Upon seeing this, Renea picked up the bowl of water and walked back toward the group.

The Night Hidden Bat emitted a series of strange rhythmic sounds, and after listening carefully for a while, the middle-aged woman, Tinier, exclaimed,

"The Flame Wailing Dragon... is dead."

...

"This meat is a bit tricky to handle,"

Xue Jing furrowed his brows.

In front of him was a campfire, a few sticks arranged as a makeshift barbecue grill that was placed over the fire, with a piece of bone-picked, blood-drained, seasoning-rubbed Fire Dragon meat on top.

"It must have been roasting for about half an hour now,"

Xue Jing held a small stick in his hand and poked the Fire Dragon meat.

Since he started roasting the meat half an hour ago, the piece had not changed at all.

"Being a fire-type Dragon Breed, it\'s indeed hard to imagine that the meat could be cooked with fire... might as well think of another way to eat it."

"Maybe this thing, like the Mountain Demon said about the Flame Crab, doesn\'t actually need to be cooked, and you can just start munching on it directly?"

Xue Jing rubbed his chin.

He took the Fire Dragon meat off the grill, looked at the somewhat tender surface of the meat, hesitated for a moment, and then brought it to his lips.

Just as he was about to take a bite to try it, his gaze suddenly shifted and he turned to look toward a part of the forest a hundred meters away.

Now, his sensory acuity was already dozens of times that of a normal person.

When someone\'s gaze directly targeted him, in Xue Jing\'s senses, it was as if the intangible thing called \'gaze\' materialized, gliding back and forth across his skin.

Clearly alarming.

...

"That\'s... the Flame Wailing Dragon, how tragic, it\'s already dead!"

In the forest, members of the patrol team from That Country hid behind large trees, looking toward the front where the ground was covered with magma and black soil in the \'battlefield\' with shocked expressions.

"Who is that man? He seems to be eating... the Flame Wailing Dragon?"

A somewhat dark-skinned young team member stuttered as he watched Xue Jing, who was roasting the dragon meat.

"I must be dreaming... The Dragon God\'s offspring, Flame Wailing Dragon, has been killed and even eaten."

Someone covered their head, their eyes unfocused as they murmured to themselves.

"Captain Ezaki, what should we do now?"

A female team member swallowed hard, her face full of fear and anxiety as she asked.

The middle-aged man, Captain Ezaki, looked solemn, took a deep breath, and was about to instruct everyone to covertly retreat.

A man capable of killing the powerful offspring of the Dragon God single-handedly was an entity beyond his imagination.

Whether the other party was from That Country or a foreigner, they were definitely not someone their patrol team could handle.

It was better to retreat for now and return to report to the Shaman...

"Whoosh—"

A straight stick sliced through the air, penetrated a big tree, and embedded itself in a tree trunk right in front of Ezaki, sinking three inches deep.

He looked at the stick just inches from his head, and cold sweat immediately broke out all over him.

If it had hit his head, the only result would have been instant death.

He stepped back two steps and fell to the ground.

Having narrowly escaped death, his legs grew weak.

"We\'ve... been discovered; what do we do?"

Seeing this, the patrol team members looked again at the young man roasting the dragon meat and immediately panicked.

"Calm down, he didn\'t attack directly; this was just a warning!"

Ezaki stood up from the ground, heart pounding as he touched his chest with lingering fear.