But as soon as he looked up, he was scared out of his wits.
It was all over; he feared he had encountered the legendary "ghost hitting the wall."
Despite having walked so far, he was still under the banyan tree.
In the forest, this was the most feared occurrence. Many people said it was due to inhaling poisonous miasma, which caused hallucinations, making them walk in circles.
He pinched himself, and it hurt.
He counted on his fingers, one plus one equals two, two plus one equals three.
His mind was clear, with absolutely no issues.
He then plucked a leaf and observed it closely; the leaf's veins were clearly visible, and so were the thorns on the back. His vision also had no issues.
So what in the world was going on?
He was already regretting venturing deep into the mountains.
Previously, his life's principle had been to disregard the elder's nonsense and live happily for years.
