Just as Lith was contemplating, he heard the whistling sound again.
This time, the sound was guiding him to the shadow of the gigantic tree in the sky.
Lith began walking.
Along the way, he made sure to keep an eye on the cultivators nearby.
Soon, the whistles grew faint and eventually stopped.
Lith stopped too.
He looked around and found himself between a group of cultivators wearing elegant robes and facing the shadow of the tree.
Here, he found something odd. Something he hadn't seen among other cultivators.
One of the cultivator's, a young lady with greenish-black hair, had her clothes scrunched at places.
Lith walked up to her and squatted down, bringing his face closely towards her and staring intently.
He continued to do so for a while.
Soon, he noticed the lady's eyebrows quiver.
"How long do you plan to keep pretending?" Lith said calmly.
