The verdant trees sprouted from the earth and merged into an endless forest.
After half a day of travel, when they were still five or six miles from the Black Tiger Forest, everyone gazed up and could already discern the dark forest looming ahead.
In Qiao Xuan's keen eyes, the view was crystal clear.
The massive ancient tree stood incomparably tall and was as black as a mountain, exuding an intensely ominous aura. The ambient temperature appeared to have instinctively dropped by a few degrees.
This was the Black Tiger Forest, the sole route back to the Great Qin Empire. To traverse it, one needed to cross dozens of kilometers.
Although it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, no instructions were necessary. Everyone had already halted very deliberately. They had no intention of entering the forest today. They would camp on the outskirts for the night and depart early the next morning. There was no need to push through the Black Tiger Forest in a single stretch.
