In the deep mountains and ancient forests, trees were everywhere, and they all looked nearly identical. As Celestial Master Zhang walked, he became somewhat dizzy and couldn't distinguish north, south, east, or west.
He couldn't tell whether he was walking toward the outskirts of the mountain or deeper into the wilderness. In the end, drenched in sweat and exhausted, he could walk no further and sat down to rest under a tree.
After this ordeal, the sky grew even darker. In the distance, the faint howling of wolves came...
"Awoo...!"
Originally half-dead from exhaustion, Celestial Master Zhang shivered all over, quickly scrambled up from the ground, and staggered as he tried to find a way out.
But the night had fallen; without the sun to guide him, he couldn't distinguish directions, making it far from easy to find a way out.
Celestial Master Zhang felt hopeless; he wasn't afraid of ghosts; he was just afraid of wolves, tigers, and leopards.
