The forest trees blocked the sunlight.
The path was somewhat difficult to see...
Chen Ping didn't need to see clearly; his senses were strong. As he walked, he used his short sword to chop away the branches obstructing his path, clearing the thorns and moving smoothly.
The eyes in the sky, shielded by the dense branches and leaves, temporarily posed less threat.
Although the journey was a bit slower.
Overall, it was much safer.
The only trouble was that the flower thief started trailing again.
Chen Ping thrived in such an environment.
Unexpectedly, the flower thief was even more adaptable.
Perhaps running away for so long, constantly being pursued, Jiang Yudie thoroughly enjoyed this feeling.
His body technique was nimble, moving high and low, like a butterfly dancing and a swift soaring...
The gloomy forest somehow took on a spring-like feel under his navigation.
Sometimes he appeared in front of Chen Ping.
Other times behind him.
Left, right, coming and going...
