As the night stretched on, the sky adorned with the ink-black tapestry of darkness, only a few hours remained before the arrival of dawn. It was during this time frame that the Zhihua herb would unveil its captivating bloom. Seeking solace in the embrace of nature, the group found respite near the towering trees that encircled the precious herb.
Zhao Ling and Yan Xing exchanged a knowing glance, an unspoken understanding passing between them. With a shared nod, they gracefully settled upon the ground, their legs crossed in a position of tranquility and focus.
A collective sigh escaped their lips as the group, enveloped by the serene ambiance of the surroundings, seized this precious opportunity to rejuvenate their weary bodies and replenish their depleted strength. The sounds of gentle breaths filled the air, accompanied by the faint rustling of leaves in the night breeze.
