Ah Chun felt free. Free from the confines of being weighed down by any sect. This was the life every cultivator belonged to, free and unrestrained. Able to look for opportunities to become stronger as she wished. Ah Chun was currently walking through a forest, Xiao Feng was in her normal spot sitting on Ah Chun's head. Xiao Long was complaining too much and ended up getting beat up by Ah Chun. Lunch was currently carrying the sack of potatoes on her back. Xu Wei followed along next to Ah Chun standing guard as always.
Ah Chun had taken off her shoes and was walking around barefooted. Her delicate white feet lightly touched the ground as she walked. The reason why she was in this forest was because she had heard that there was an ancient set of ruins deep within that was shrouded in a black mist of death.
