The sunlight shines brightly, streaming into the mountain forest, fragmented into scattered light spots by the overlapping branches and leaves, seeping into the woods and falling onto the ground, leaving a mottled pattern.
The fallen leaves on the ground are piled thick.
This is a dense, vast forest rarely visited by people.
Mo Hua compared the map in his mind and roughly judged the position.
These woods were situated on the border between the Outer Mountain and the treacherous parts of the Inner Mountain, incredibly remote. Even Monster Beasts rarely roamed here, and it was far from the Mountain Gate.
The journey to and fro was too long, taking too much time.
Thus, most disciples would never come to this place to hunt monsters.
A faint mist hovered amidst the forest, mixed with a pungent miasma. The atmosphere was lifeless and somewhat oppressive.
