Two days later in the morning, the sun was bright, the sky was a deep blue, cloudless, a gentle breeze blew, and the dense trees of the vast primeval forest swayed lightly with the wind, making a rustling sound as if children were whispering something. On the treetops, countless birds were chirping joyously, monkeys ran up and down, leaping lively, bringing a touch of harmony and vitality to this mysterious and terrifying primeval forest.
On a densely wooded mountain ridge, ancient trees stood tall with lush canopies, only a small amount of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the leaves, falling on the shady ground, creating dappled spots, like butterflies dancing, extremely beautiful. Two days after the rain, the air was particularly clear, the ground's fallen leaves washed clean by rainwater, looking much tidier. A fully armed unit concealed themselves in this grove to rest, each of them was full of spirit, eating dry food and wild fruit, occasionally conversing softly.
