Dusk, as the evening breeze brushed through the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves rustled softly. The sun sank between the mountains, leaving only a tinge of afterglow.
Qingdai led the way forward, Ning Fan followed slowly behind.
He asked nothing about Qingdai's mentor, only immersed himself in the faint nostalgia and melancholy pervading the bamboo forest.
Upon first entering the Siluo Bamboo Sea, he had hardly taken note of the Xiangfei Bamboo there.
At this moment, as he stepped deeper into the bamboo sea, he realized that each Xiangfei Bamboo here was filled with a strand of sorrow...
Qingdai sometimes advanced in small steps, sometimes transformed into escape light and traversed thousands of miles.
Ning Fan closely followed her, gradually already out of Siluo City by millions of miles.
The Xiangfei Bamboo here were obviously much sturdier than those elsewhere, and occasionally, one or two Xiangfei Bamboo contained extremely faint Divine Intent of Bamboo...
