This mountain ridge is desolate and uninhabited, naturally untouched by man, allowing the trees to grow wildly – far taller and denser than those found elsewhere.
Trees that have lived for hundreds of thousands, even millions of years form vast canopies, intertwined with one another, seemingly forming an impenetrable barrier in the air, where even sunlight struggles to pierce through, leaving only sparse speckles of light around.
In the dark and oppressive depths of the forest, Xu Yeming, Ye Qiubai, and the First Elder all stopped in their tracks.
Hearing this, how could the First Elder not understand the implication in Xu Yeming's words?
He turned his head back to Xu Yeming, still maintaining a faint smile, and said, "Are you suspecting me, Nephew Xu?"
Xu Yeming did not hide his thoughts, nodding, "Naturally, I am suspicious. After all, First Elder, you haven't done anything to earn my trust, and I'm not naive enough to trust you just from a few words."
