Liang Feng had decided for the groups to camp out for a few days to rest and gather them selves when he noticed how the other's is not in a correct mental state.
Of course, there was those that thought it was too dangerous but he was their employer and chose to keep quite.
The groups had all settled for the night after a long day.
Them, a soft sound caught everyone's attention.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, the world felt hushed, as if nature itself waited in reverence. In the corner of the clearing, a woman sat cross-legged atop a smooth, weathered stone. Her robe, a rich cerulean blue, flowed like liquid moonlight around her, its edges embroidered with faint patterns of lotus blossoms that seemed to shimmer with each subtle shift.
