Lin Zishuang played her jade flute, aware that someone had intruded into the Apricot Peach Forest.
This Apricot Peach Forest was arranged by their ancestors.
If one did not have guidance, it would be utterly impossible for outsiders to get through this Apricot Peach Forest, which was filled with numerous traps.
Even if one escaped the traps, they would still be trapped to death within.
Towards this cousin of hers, Lin Zishuang felt even more curious.
She had once seen a portrait in her grandmother's room, wondering if it was the daughter of that aunt.
And her grandmother often shed tears looking at that portrait.
About her aunt's affairs, it seemed like a secret within the clan.
Even she did not know, why did her aunt disappear?
Zhuo Junyue, bringing Ningyan and a group of people, quickly made their way out of the Apricot Peach Forest.
