After escaping the cave, the group rested briefly before continuing their journey into the unknown. They walked for a while and soon arrived at an ancient forest. This forest seemed like a corner forgotten by time; towering trees with lush, intertwined branches blocked out almost the entire sky. Sunlight struggled to filter through the gaps in the leaves, forming pillars of golden light like sacred rays bestowed by the gods. The ground was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves, making a rustling sound with every step as if recounting the vicissitudes of time.
"This place looks a bit mysterious," Huowu said, walking carefully while keeping a vigilant eye on her surroundings. She wore a vibrant red dress that stood out remarkably amidst the mottled light and shadows. The Flame Whip at her waist swayed gently with her light steps, resembling a blossoming flower of fire—brilliant and fierce. Her delicate face was full of caution, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a clever brilliance.
Zhang Yue held his long sword with a solemn expression, standing firm like a sculpture. "Everyone be careful, there might be some danger hidden in this woods." He stood tall and upright, like a proud, defiant pine tree. With sword-like brows and starry eyes, his gaze was profound and sharp, as if able to pierce through any conspiracy. A cyan robe fluttered in the breeze, the hem dancing gracefully and accentuating his heroic bearing.
Chapter 129