Audrey's guidance was unexpectedly effective.
The Little Fox not only had excellent eyesight that could see through the poisonous mists, but her nose was also incredibly strong.
Well, as impolite as it might sound, foxes are indeed canines, and as the King among foxes, the Nine-Tailed Fox's sense of smell is far superior to any hound, allowing Audrey to clearly distinguish how many dragon beasts have passed by in this vicinity and when exactly they did.
"Senior Sister, in fact, I've previously seen a gem made from the eye of a Chicken Snake Dragon, so I'm familiar with the scent. There's definitely a Chicken Snake Dragon here in this valley, I can smell them. However, the scent here is a bit faint, probably left a week ago, so the dragon group should still be some distance away from us, but I'll track them down."
Audrey happily wagged her fluffy, nine large tails, her fox ears twitching as she looked at Dorothy with sparkling eyes and said.
