Wait, Young Master!

Two figures dashed through the Black Forest, jumping over tree branches and ducking underneath vines as they raced, following the aura left behind by teleportation treasure.

The forest was dark and foreboding, and the night sky was obscured by dense foliage. The trees stood tall and menacing, their shadows looming over the two cultivators as they passed under their boughs.

One of the figures wore a black robe embroidered with golden patterns, his short brown hair swaying in the wind as he ran.

His dark eyes shone with determination, his jaw clenched as he sped through the forest, and his footsteps barely made any sound despite his quick pace.

The other cultivator, a young woman with black hair and emerald eyes, wore a simple white robe, a gray sash tied around her waist, and matching shoes.