Yun Lintian and Long Xuan reappeared in a bamboo forest. Yun Lintian looked around briefly and nodded in admiration. The area was exceptionally clean and refreshing, as if no impurity could enter.
"Let's go," Long Xuan said and stepped forward.
As Long Xuan and Yun Lintian ventured deeper into the bamboo grove, the air grew heavy with an ancient, mystical energy. The bamboo stalks, once swaying gently in the breeze, now stood tall and rigid, their leaves rustling with an otherworldly whisper.
The sunlight, filtering through the dense canopy, cast dappled shadows on the forest floor, creating an ethereal atmosphere that sent shivers down Yun Lintian's spine.
Long Xuan, his expression grim and determined, led the way, his footsteps silent and purposeful. Yun Lintian followed close behind, his senses on high alert. He could feel the presence of something ancient and powerful lurking within the depths of the bamboo grove, a primal force that both intrigued and terrified him.
