The Black Forest was eerily silent, everyone had fallen asleep, as if the snake battle from a few hours ago had never happened.
Over the next two days, An Yiqing stopped dawdling and led Long Zixuan and the others on a rapid march. By noon on the fourth day inside the Black Forest, they finally reached the deepest area.
Parting the tangled branches densely packed together, An Yiqing's gaze settled on the sinister mountain cave ahead. This was likely where the Deed of Land Transfer was kept.
"Miss, should we go in now?" An Zhifeng asked.
An Yiqing pondered for a moment, glanced at the white-haired elder who appeared delighted, and shook her head gently with narrowed eyes, "Let's rest for a night, gather our energy, and enter tomorrow."
