They rode along small paths. Tall, powerful trees were all around them, as wide as ten grown men and three hundred feet tall. Their huge roots looked like ancient boulders. Green moss covered the blackened trunks, making it seem like they were covered in boiled resin. An acrid fog, almost as thick as smoke, crept under their feet. They sometimes felt danger ahead and immediately changed direction.
From the stories they’d heard while they’d been discussing Anise (for a cultivator, it was normal to do multiple things at once. They could remain aware of the area around them, always ready for battle, and still do other things), up to a thousand ordinary disciples died every year in the Forest of Shadows.
They had to watch out for strong monsters, poisonous plants, and many creatures that Had
