Within the somewhat dead forest, Ji Yao stood tall with his sword hanging at his side. A cold breeze swept past him carrying with it a musty rotten stench, a trademark of this disgusting place, making it difficult for Ji Yao to breathe. The gloomy bushes harboured dangerous creatures greedily staring at him, waiting for the order to tear apart this tasty meal that walked into their territory willingly.
Amidst the dead silence, one could hear the occasional cracking and rustling sounds from the bushes. The restlessness of the creatures hiding within the bushes could be felt from afar but Ji Yao wasn't shaken. The thing he was more worried about was that Rui Fei hadn't followed behind him or if he did he was probably lost.
