"Let's try walking north," Xiang Beifei suddenly said.
"North? Where is north here?"
Long Guocheng looked up at the sky. Although it was already light, the fog was dense, and the sun was nowhere to be seen. Without a reference point, how could they identify the north?
"Look at the growth of the trees."
Xiang Beifei walked over to a withered ginkgo tree that soon regained its green vigor, its lush branches gently swaying by his side.
"The side where the leaves grow more vigorously should, under normal circumstances, be facing south because the sunlight there is more abundant, making the foliage denser."
Xiang Beifei patted the trunk, as though patting the shoulder of an old buddy.
The tree trembled slightly, startling everyone. They thought the tree was about to come alive again, as by now they had developed a deep fear of these trees.
But the tree remained still.
