"A little higher, and a bit gentler." Su Chen spoke occasionally, guiding Tailing Nishang in her massage.
Time passed.
It was unclear how long had gone by.
Suddenly.
Su Chen's squinted eyes suddenly opened.
At the same time.
"Screech..." A slightly piercing sound echoed.
You could vaguely feel the Nine-Legged Beast coming to an abrupt stop.
In the same second.
"Young Master Su, Miss Tailing, someone has stopped us," said the man riding the Nine-Legged Beast.
The carriage made of Ancient Tong Wood opened.
Tailing Nishang also paused the massage.
Both looked outside.
Here was a desolate jungle, overshadowed with a humid, sultry atmosphere. Various unknown herbs grew on the ground—who knows whether they were poisonous or not—with vibrant colors. Around them were massive trees, ashen gray, with thick, smooth bark, each trunk wide enough to require ten people to encircle, soaring a thousand meters high with perfectly straight trunks.
