As Qinghe entered the forest, she narrowed her eyes slightly. In fact, if one looked closely, the white miasma wasn't as pure white as it appeared from outside. Instead, it carried strands of murky yellow—these were all poison. However, for her, there was no harm at all. Her gaze searched the surroundings, nothing in the east, nothing in the west, but when she looked to the south, Qinghe's gaze paused abruptly.
In the midst of the miasma, one could vaguely discern a few figures, walking with an unsteady gait, yet still persevering. Moreover, someone was making marks on a tree with a dagger, clearly marking the path they had traveled. Unfortunately, though their method was good and cautious, they were still lost.
Indeed, one of them pointed despondently at marks on a tree, "Boss Wang, we've looped back again."
