The two of them wove their way through that eerie, terrifying Dark Forest, their figures swift as the wind, stirring up swathes of black leaves and withered grass.
The darkness all around seemed almost alive, silently spreading, the wind howling ominously. All the way up to the edge of Jiang Che's Dungeon, the two kept talking about this and that, some things meaningful, some not.
Their voices echoed especially clearly in this deathly quiet forest, only to be quickly swallowed up by the darkness again.
Not until they reached Jiang Che's territory did Ding Ning finally feel the sense of being watched from the shadows diminish greatly.
Those Lords claimed they were leaving, but she still sensed countless eyes peering at them from the dark—a chill so impossible to describe, it made her skin crawl and her back prickle.
"The passage isn't stable yet; my parents need to wait until it's stabilized before they can come over."
