The deeper they went into the island, the more still and quiet it became. There was no longer any comforting sound of splashing waves nor the caress of a gentle wind. Only soft footfalls could be heard from time to time as Shu Qianqian and Li Meirong stepped on a branch or a pile of dry leaves, along with the accompanying buzzing of insect wings.
The familiar sight of the ocean had long since disappeared, lost behind an impervious screen of foliage. A strong sense of foreboding began to creep up on Li Meirong. Although she was not afraid, she was definitely on high alert.
'Chou likes this place. It reminds Chou of home…' The Pitcher Plant pointed out, appreciating the surrounding environment.
Shu Qianqian brought forth an oil lamp and summoned a flame upon the wick inside with a simple flick of her fingers.
Tall trees and thick vines flanked the uncharted path on which they walked. Li Meirong looked around and assumed the place was some sort of Caribbean jungle.
