From a distance, everything on the hill appeared normal, seeming unchanged in the slightest, but in fact, this was just a layer of illusion.
Han Li himself was already standing on the hill, positioned in front of the half-charred ancient tree.
Han Li looked at the tree, recalling what Long Dong and the young woman had once mentioned.
According to them, if possible, undercover agents from the Human and Demon Races would meet with the person coming to collect the intel to explain some inconveniently recorded details. But if it was too dangerous, they wouldn't come personally; the intel would simply be stored and left behind.
Now that his spiritual sense had already swept over the area, it seemed that no one would come personally here.
If so, the task would be simpler. As long as he took the item, he'd consider it a great success.
Thinking this way, Han Li didn't hesitate to extend a finger, and swiped through the air toward the ancient tree in front of him.
