It was early spring, and the fog in the mountains had not completely dissipated. Two figures walked up the far field path. Judging from their clothes that were wet with the fog, they must have walked a long way. "Master, turn around." We should be here by now." The person in front said. The man in green clothes behind him didn't know whether he heard or not, he just frowned slightly and walked forward without saying a word. Seeing that his master didn't say anything, the man next to Aiyoun also silently quickened his pace.