As she moved further south, the forest gradually became sparse before her eyes, and the forest floor changed from a lush green to a mottled gray and yellow. Even though discerning colors in this sunless eternal night was somewhat abstract, Qian could still guess roughly based on the vegetation, soil, and rock distribution on the ground.
The meadows stretched east and west like patches of a bald man's hair, with rocky outcrops exposing their edges in the brown soil below. The trees were sparsely distributed in the distant mist, and the valley in this direction seemed dead silent.
Finally, that evening—judging by the time—Qian wasn't sure if in her fatigue she had missed counting a night or even longer.
But she finally found the place Brand had mentioned, it was a striking giant white rock in a pitch-black valley, as if emitting a layer of glow, filled with a sacred aura in this desolate valley.
No words were needed, Qian knew she had found the right place.
