Wen Qingye sheathed his sword and walked forward.
A few rays of sunlight penetrated the forest, casting mottled shadows on the ground. Several birds chirped crisply in the trees.
Wen Qingye pushed aside a layer of thorns and walked forward.
Wen Qingye had no direction, walking aimlessly. He wanted to find the Ancient Dao, but the Thousand Rivers Forest was a complex, intertwining maze.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, even the Puppet Birds in the sky became fewer. The path Wen Qingye took grew more and more remote, and colder.
"Hmm?" Wen Qingye looked at the vines before him. Most of them had been cut by a sword, and judging by their stalks, someone had clearly passed by recently.
And by the looks of it, there had been quite a few people.
'Looks like there are quite a few Talisman Seals in here.'
Wen Qingye smiled faintly, then quickened his pace and walked forward.
