The sun beat down on the vast and dense canopy of the Desolate Astral Forest, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor below. The air was thick with the scent of earth, moss, and the faint aroma of distant herbs. The silence was broken by the soft crunch of footsteps on fallen leaves, and the occasional rustle of undergrowth as the red-haired young man and Dongfang made their way through the forest.
Their goal was simple: to retrieve a coveted treasure from a 10-year-old boy who had somehow managed to survive in the treacherous forest for an unknown length of time. The treasure in question was a Qi Scroll - a precious item that could hold the key to unlocking unparalleled power.
As they approached their quarry, Dongfang spoke up, his voice hushed but filled with anticipation. "Are you sure he's not dead yet?"
