They finally stepped into a wide clearing.
There were no trees in sight. Not because trees could not grow here, but because they had been completely uprooted.
Massive trunks lay scattered in every direction, some snapped cleanly in half, others torn from the ground with their roots exposed. The earth was overturned and cracked, as if a violent storm had swept through and erased everything in its path.
The entire area looked devastated.
The moment Han Jue stepped into the clearing, his expression changed sharply.
He immediately stopped and set Su Qinglan down. And not only was he stunned, but the others were too.
Standing at the center of the clearing was Xuan Long.
He stood tall and unmoving, facing them directly. But his face was so calm, like he had nothing to do with this disaster, like he was just a passerby.
