There was no pursuit.

After the Two-Headed Cobra escaped, Fang Qiu continued down the path.

As we walked, the air suddenly became a little wetter.

The air was still dry when he just came down, and it even felt a bit gloomy and cold, but now that he had already reached a depth of a hundred meters underground, that gloomy and cold feeling disappeared instead, and was replaced by a very suitable temperature, only that the air had become particularly moist, and whether it was ...