Lin Qingtian was like a light as he shuttled between the spiritual trees. Lin Xuan followed closely behind him.
Lin Xuan thought of the warning given to him by the ancestor before he came in. He did not dare to relax along the way and paid attention to his surroundings with a tense mind. Even when they walked halfway up the mountain, they still moved freely.
The surroundings were very quiet. Other than the cries of some spiritual birds and the sound of wind and leaves, there were no other sounds.
After such a long time, Lin Xuan could not help but relax a little. He only followed behind the ancestor and walked forward.
The higher they went to the top of the mountain, the richer the spiritual qi and the thicker the fog was. At some point, the surrounding fog seemed to have become translucent milky-white jade that could not be stretched out.
Lin Xuan suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Ancestor…"
