Saying goodbye to the old fisherman, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang continued forward.
They became more vigilant, carefully observing their surroundings.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the trees grew denser, and the light turned dim.
"Qing Shuang, be careful, there might be an ambush here," Luo Chen whispered.
Qing Shuang nodded, having already drawn the longsword from her waist, its blade glinting with a cold light in the dim atmosphere.
They cautiously navigated through a thicket when suddenly, the clang of metal broke the forest's silence.
The two quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.
Passing through a dense grove, they encountered a strange scene.
A group of black-clad individuals was digging a huge pit, surrounded by scattered ancient steles and statues.
"Who are these people? What are they doing?" Qing Shuang asked softly.
