In the vast, sprawling forests, Fangyuan proceeded with caution.
Sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting a pattern of mottled, shattered shadows. The grass by his path was lush and green, dotted with wild flowers in full bloom. The air was filled with the chirping of birds and the gentle murmur of flowing streams.
The further one moved away from the village and toward the outer perimeter, the greater the danger. Because of this, Fangyuan was all the more meticulous.
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