Inside the dense expanse of the Devil Mountain Forest, Madam Clark's hunt for Tang Zi continued with relentlessly. The forest was a labyrinth of twisted trees and thick underbrush, its silence only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves or distant animal calls.
After a full day of relentless searching, Madam Clark came to a stop under a massive, ancient tree. The roots spread out like gnarled fingers, providing a natural resting spot. She decided to pause and reassess her strategy.
Her loyal companions, the wind hawk, panther, and two drakes, gathered around her, clearly fatigued from their exhaustive search. Madam Clark tossed pieces of food to them, her mind already racing through the day's efforts.
She had scoured every possible location, leaving no stone unturned, yet there was no sign of Tang Zi. No footprints, no discarded items, no signs of human presence at all.
