On the morning of the next day, a thin mist enveloped the Ten Thousand Mountains, and the birds chirped crisply in the forest.
Chen Nan opened his eyes, a mysterious light seemed to flicker in them. After a night of training, his spiritual power had stabilized, and a formless pressure accompanied his every move.
"Let's go." Chen Nan stood up and brushed off the dew on his robe.
Hu Lie, after a night of recuperation, looked much better. Supported by Hu Die, he stood up.
The three of them continued along the winding mountain road!
Through dense primordial forests and across rushing mountain streams, by evening, the familiar outline of bamboo buildings finally appeared in the distance.
"We're here!" Hu Die pointed ahead excitedly.
Tiers of stilted houses rested against the mountainside, with thin smoke curling upward. Several men in Miao attire were patrolling in front of the village gates.
