Together, Tian He and the others disembarked from the Ark. They landed on the verdant plateau, surrounded by an ethereal silence broken only by the chirping of unseen birds.
Tian He led the way, his steps imbued with a familiarity that mirrored the landscape itself. He moved through the dense foliage with practiced ease, his form blurring for a moment as he navigated a particularly thorny patch. Lan Qinghe and the others followed closely behind.
After a short walk, a small village nestled amongst the trees came into view. Smoke curled lazily from thatched roofs, painting a picture of serene tranquility. Laughter echoed down a narrow path, punctuated by the rhythmic clanging of a blacksmith's hammer.
A sense of calm washed over Yun Qianxue and the girls, a welcome respite from the anxieties that had plagued them.
This village, seemingly untouched by the turmoil of the outside world, exuded an aura of peace and simplicity.
