The master and disciple walked through the mountain forest, the surroundings utterly silent, with no sign whatsoever of Demon Beasts living here.
Only when the sea breeze brushed through the woods could the trees be heard whispering with a soft rustling sound.
Inhaling the salty, bitter sea wind, Du Yu grew increasingly alert inside.
This place was too quiet,
A silence that made one's heart race with unease!
"Master Qing, are these Begonia Trees?"
Yang Qingqing shook her head, "They only look similar. Normally, Begonia Trees don't grow taller than eight meters."
Du Yu craned his neck and looked up—the begonia trees in this forest varied in height, and not to mention eight, there were even towering giants of fifty or sixty meters.
And as far as his eye could see, there wasn't a second tree species in sight!
This lush forest was, astonishingly, monotonous to the extreme...
Du Yu pressed his lips together. Beautiful as it was, every corner here radiated a bizarre aura.
