The first thing that came into view was a forest of red trees.
They looked like the red maples of late autumn.
Gazing at the red forest from a thousand paces away, the members of the Qin Family couldn't help but smile.
WHOOSH!
Even the three Elders—Qin Qingyun, Qin Qinghong, and Qin Qingyue—felt their expressions soften as they breathed a silent sigh of relief.
They had fought the entire way, and even with Qin Feng to rely on, the group was exhausted to the core.
Finally, they had a place to rest, where they wouldn't need to be ready to draw their weapons and fight at a moment's notice.
A figure appeared at the head of the party. Qin Feng's gaze swept across the forest, and a faint, almost imperceptible premonition from his powerful Spiritual Sense brought a cold sneer to his lips.
He waved his hand, signaling the group to halt.
At Qin Feng's gesture, their expressions tensed, and they drew their weapons by reflex.
