In the dimly lit mountain forest, a fog gradually began to form.
An exhausted traveler trudged through it.
The wind brushed through the treetops, producing a "shushing" odd noise.
The wavering setting sun scattered its afterglow.
Fang Xiaocao bit her lip as she struggled to move forward, her little face deathly pale, the several hours of mountain roads had taken her to her physical limit.
In the group, apart from Wan Xiaozhou, who still looked composed, only Zhi Qi, the guide, seemed to have energy to spare.
Su Wanqing gasped like a fish out of water, her mouth wide open as she struggled to draw oxygen from the air.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
"I can't go on any further..."
"I can't breathe..."
From her throat, Su Wanqing managed to squeeze out these words intermittently.
Fang Xiaocao glanced at Su Wanqing and waved her hand, signaling Yun Luoshu and Wen Shi to stop and let Su Wanqing catch her breath. Leaning against a big tree, she asked Zhi Qi:
