At the same time, deep in the forest, among another mountain range, a team was marching with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

It’s Yunying and Jingyi’s team.

They entered Cangqiong Mountain ahead of Qin Ye, looking for the trace of King Chen. They left marks along the way and discovered new clues from time to time.

"Young Master, look." The Wuji Sect's subordinates found a trace of a knife scratching on a tree trunk.

The knife mark was relatively shallow, probably caused by using the sword to cut through the grass to clear a path.

Jing Yi stepped forward, lightly rubbing the mark with his fingertips, raised his head and scanned the dense forest around him that was so dense that it was difficult to tell the direction, and pointed in a direction:

"This way."

"etc……"

At this moment, a very light and small voice sounded from behind.

Jing Yi turned around and looked at Yun Ying.

The girl raised her right hand, as if asking to speak, pointed her index finger at the mark on the tree trunk, and said:

"Looking at the direction and force of the mark, it must have been made with a sword and backhand. If it was made with a backhand, then we should go in the opposite direction."

She denied Jing Yi's order and pointed in the opposite direction of Jing Yi.

Jing Yi frowned, "Are you questioning me?"

Yun Ying met the man's slightly narrowed eyes, and sensed his displeasure and pressure. Her throat tightened. Although she wanted to keep a distance from him and didn't want to have anything to do with him, they were working together now, and under the princess's order, he couldn't do anything to her.

So, he raised his head, looked straight ahead, and said word by word:

"I am confident that if I go this way, the direction pointed by this trace is exactly this way. Maybe if I go this way, I can meet up with the prince soon."

After hearing this, several people from Wujimen laughed out loud.

"Miss Yunying, our young master has been in the martial arts world for many years. It is impossible for him to misjudge even a sword mark. You'd better listen to what he says to avoid taking a detour." A man joked.

Yun Ying: “…”

Jing Yi held the sword lazily, crossed his arms over his chest, glanced at her with raised eyelids, and sneered.

That look was like a mature and experienced person looking at a little girl whose hair had not yet fully grown.

He took a step and walked away.

Yun Ying stood there stiffly, her face looking a little tense.

He always looked down on her, despised her, mocked her, and even ignored her.

If that's the case, then why go with her?

Yun Ying was determined in her decision, she tightly gripped the red tasseled spear in her hand, turned around, and headed in the opposite direction.

In front, Jing Yi paused slightly.

When I came to my senses, I saw the girl walking into the dense forest without looking back, going further and further away.

"Stop." He raised his lips, but the girl acted as if she didn't hear him. She strode away, and after a few jumps, her figure disappeared.

He frowned immediately.

No ears?

The subordinates were all stunned, "Sir, this..."

"You guys go this way. If anything happens, signal me. I'll go watch that rebellious girl. It doesn't matter if she lives or dies on weekdays. But if she stays with me, and something happens to her, I won't be able to explain to the young lady."

After saying that, he had to chase after Yunying.

When he left, he cursed under his breath: Rebel!

Several subordinates looked at each other in surprise. The young master always kept his word and acted decisively. When did he care so much about a little girl?

It's okay to die in this deep mountain forest. Does the young lady still need a maid?

Can't understand.

The troops were divided into two groups.

Yun Ying held her gun and jumped briskly all the way. She jumped here and there, hurrying on her way, and while jumping, she accidentally stepped on a trap.

"hiss--"