The damp mist permeated the mountain forest, while the torches around the campsite flickered on and off, casting a patchwork of shadows on the ground. The voices of the slender tall man and the short, stocky man trembled involuntarily, their emotions complex, filled with both concern for the Young Master and a sense of helplessness towards the situation.
"You have no idea," the slender man leaned in towards Logan, as if afraid that others might overhear this shocking secret, "initially, those forces were suspicious of each other and in conflict, with none willing to cooperate easily. But the circumstances of the Heavenly Saint Daoist and the Beast King's deaths were too strange. They scoured the entire Mountain Range and couldn't find even a trace of a clue."
