The further they went, the fewer traces of human activity were noticeable, eventually being completely replaced by the original ecosystem.
The climate here was quite different from Qinling; the air was more humid, filled with a rotten smell, and occasionally, there were strange bird calls, adding a sense of eeriness.
After crossing the ridge, a sudden cliff blocked their way, with sheer, nearly vertical walls about more than twenty meters high.
The cliff was covered with green moss, making it almost impossible to climb.
"How do we get across? Is there another path?" An Zai looked at the steep cliff and scratched his head.
"Yes, follow this way."
The guide was from a nearby village and often came into the mountains during summer to pick honeysuckle buds, so he was quite familiar with the area.
He led everyone about dozens of meters to the left, then bent over to clear a patch of shrubs, revealing a narrow gap about half a meter wide.
