Throughout the journey, if it wasn't towering mountains, then it was forests stretching as far as the eye could see. The depth and breadth of Yuhua Mountain far exceeded Mo Yan's imagination. Being in its midst, she suddenly felt insignificant, as if she could be easily swallowed by this endlessly extending wilderness, leaving no trace of sound.
Not knowing how long or far she had walked, the Red Python slithered leisurely through the dense jungle, its tough skin impervious to the thorns and rocky terrain, paving the way with ease; Dabai followed closely behind, its sharp ears erect, vigilantly monitoring the nearby rustlings, while Mo Yan walked behind it, using a stick to brush aside the obstructing shrubs; Little Flower and Mao Tuan lagged at the rear, occasionally stopping to observe, in case any wild beasts attacked from behind.
