The further we went into the mountains, the thicker the fog became.
Deep within Cangyan Mountain, even the distant sound of the flowing Cai River could no longer be heard.
In this rarely visited place, the ancient trees, thousands of chapters in length, stood like a screen, their vines entwined between the giant trees like giant pythons.
A white figure broke into a frantic run, its toes tapping on a limp pile of dead leaves. Its body leaped swiftly, leaping from branch to branch like a monkey.
Wherever the forest was dense, it would burrow into it.
The sound of wind breaking behind him reached his ears, along with the ripping sound of ripping wind.
"Eh~!"
With a cold rebuke, Ma Shouyi looked at his beloved hemp cloth cloak, scarred by the branches. He felt a deep sense of distress.
