The forest became a blur of green as Yan Jin and Wei Xi moved through it at full speed, their bodies in perfect sync with the rhythm of the wild. The air was thick with the scent of moss and earth, and the sound of their rapid footsteps mingled with the distant calls of unseen creatures. They were like shadows, darting through the underbrush, leaping over fallen logs, and swinging from low-hanging branches with practiced ease.
Yan Jin, though blind, moved with an exceptional awareness of his surroundings. His every step was precise, each movement calculated. He ducked under a thick vine, his hand brushing against the rough bark of a nearby tree as he used it to propel himself forward. His feet found purchase on a narrow branch, and without hesitation, he launched himself into the air, somersaulting over a tangle of thorny bushes before landing lightly on the other side.
