A cloyingly sweet, pink miasma lingered in the forest year-round. It could break down one's mind, luring them into serene illusions before they were ultimately devoured by the woods.
At this moment, a merchant caravan of a dozen or so Martial Artists was being "escorted" by a group of three-meter-tall Withered Wood Walkers, trekking laboriously over a path of bone dust.
This merchant caravan was called the "Gold Diggers," an exploration team cobbled together by a second-rate financial group from East Sea City.
Their leader was a middle-aged man named Hu Kaishan. He was at the Third Layer of the Enlightenment Realm in his Cultivation, known for being shrewd and highly experienced.
"Boss Hu, this place is just too damn creepy." A young team member, his face pale, gripped his weapon tightly. "Are we really going to do business with these... ghostly things?"
Hu Kaishan lowered his voice, a sharp glint in his eyes. "What's there to be afraid of?
