Under these circumstances, tracking was difficult, but he still found a few drops of blood on the leaves and a small tuft of hair rubbed against the trunk.,"Alright." With his own father's name being brought up, could He Lingchuan refuse,The protagonist was quite skilled, and the audience below cheered with delight. He Lingchuan watched for a while, his gaze shifting to the wisps of light smoke rising from the incense burner, and he couldn't help but become lost in thought again.。