When morning broke again, everyone seemed a bit subdued, eating only dry food. Luo Qianqian accepted the jerky handed over by Huangfu Yihui and thought that it tasted no different from those sold in the market for over a hundred a pound; in fact, it was even tastier, only lacking the variety of flavors available in the market.
Yan, on the other hand, was given a piece to taste and looked at Huangfu Yihui with a scrutinizing eye.
The deeper into the dense forest they went, the more ominous it became, blocking out the sky and the sun, making it hard to tell the time. They could only feel a little brightness.
The ground appeared somewhat out of the ordinary compared to places exposed to sunlight all year round, sprouting some mushrooms of unknown origin, vibrant in color but questionable if edible.
And because sunlight couldn't penetrate, the forest seemed somewhat eerie and desolate, with occasionally a hair-raising sound of leaves rubbing against each other.
