The night was silent.
Having rushed around all day, the Taoist tied a rope around his waist, connecting him to the branches of this big tree.
About seven or eight meters above the ground, there was a Y-shaped fork in the tree that just allowed him to lean half against it.
The mountain forest was dense, and this area was higher up. Looking down, under the moonlight, the leaves below reflected soft white light. The twinkling spots resembled ocean waves, giving one an inexplicable sense of calm.
The Taoist watched for a while, then slowly closed his eyes. The night wind blew gently, rustling the leaves, and the insects chirped like hypnotic music, slowly bringing sleepiness as he drifted into a dream.
"Qingyang, how did you find us?" His senior brother looked at him with surprise, and behind him were the second senior brother and others, gathering around.
