A strong, chilling aura gradually enveloped the calm figure, releasing faint whiffs of a murderous scent.
"These trees weren't toppled by a hurricane," he muttered to himself.
Ye Lu saw him squatting by the pit, talking to himself with a voice that was crystal clear yet chillingly cold, which took her by surprise.
She asked him, "If not a hurricane, then what caused it?"
Kneeling down, his pale face wore an expression of utter seriousness and concentration as he pointed at a tree root:
"Look at these roots, their sizes vary. It's hard to tell whether the smaller ones were blown over by the wind or cut, but the thicker ones, as thick as fingers or arms, clearly have direct cuts made by a blade. Moreover, the edges of this pit don't look like soil loosened by wind but are circular in shape; it's obvious someone used a tool to circle around the tree trunk, cutting deep into the ground to sever the roots, then toppled it with huge ropes."
