Chu Wenqing was a first-rate storyteller, and the other three listened with rapt attention while keeping up a brisk pace. As they listened and walked, they soon approached the central area of the valley.
Everywhere stood ancient trees thousands or even tens of thousands of years old. Their roots intertwined tightly overhead, forming a canopy like a sea of clouds that blotted out the sky. Barely any sunlight could pierce through, casting a dim and profound gloom over the valley.
Such a place was ideal for all kinds of venomous creatures, so poisonous bugs, spiders, and snakes slithered across the ground or hung from the trees every now and then.
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