In the depths of the forest, Xu Yang strolled through its embrace.
He weaved between the trees, occasionally cutting through vines that blocked his path.
A troop of macaques passed by him, watching for a while before slowly running off into the distance.
In an instant, the woods seemed emptier.
But the constant chirping of insects was still a bit noisy.
The cicadas' din made the silent forest more tranquil, and the birdsong added to the seclusion of the mountains.
Indeed, as described in ancient poetry, the persistent sound of insects made the forest seem even more serene.
There were no other animals around.
For people with claustrophobia, such open spaces could still inspire fear.
Xu Yang, however, felt completely at ease.
It was in that moment, Xu Yang noticed something moving in the grass ahead.
It seemed to be a black rabbit.
He was surprised to see a rabbit in this place and so he approached it, intending to play with it.
