Southern Border, Ten Thousand Great Mountains.
The lush forest is dense and verdant, covering the entire mountain range. As the wind passes, the forest waves rise and fall like green waves surging.
It is noon now, and sunlight filters through the branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows.
On the mountainside, dozens of figures in black robes shuttle through the dense forest, silently and seamlessly blending into the surrounding shadows.
Soon, they arrived near the mountaintop. With a gesture from the leading man, the group halted, vigilantly surveying the surroundings.
"Rest and regroup. We depart in half an incense stick's time." The leading man confirmed there was no one around and spoke aloud.
The group's tense nerves finally relaxed. They took off their hoods, revealing weary faces, and sat directly on the ground, starting to use their energy to adjust their breaths.
