The green and black aerial roots of the banyan tree shivered slightly.
The fireflies sucking sap from the aerial roots flapped their wings nervously, and a few even flickered their bellies, looking like faulty lightbulbs, but without the buzzing noise.
Zheng Qing lifted his head alertly, casting a glance up at the aerial roots.
A gray sparrow holding a caterpillar in its beak stood quietly on the upper part of the aerial roots, hopping and chirping, curiously watching the strange figure below.
This put him slightly at ease.
"Swordsman, if you have adjusted to your state, you can start some preliminary exploration around," Zheng Qing looked at the hunting team's scout and advised, "Maintain a safe distance, and prioritize the key directions mentioned by the doctor."
