"If there really is a World Tree, places that can ensnare it could be very dangerous," Chen Ke mentioned.
"Light should go to dark places!" Gu Ran's expression was resolute.
Su Qing showed a look of disdain.
"This phrase feels somewhat familiar," He Qingyan pondered.
"It's from your Aunt Jing's book," Yan Hanxiang said with a smile, arms crossed.
"Alright, let's go," Zhuang Jing said with a gentle smile.
A group of seven, one man and six women, trekked through the wild grass.
As the night thickened, Gu Ran, walking at the forefront, would subconsciously reach out to brush away the shadows when his mind wandered, as if they were real black veils.
"Hm?" Zhuang Jing suddenly turned around.
Yan Hanxiang also turned her body.
"What's wrong?" Gu Ran turned as well and asked.
Only then did the others react. Their perception in the [Psychological Shadow] wasn't as keen as Zhuang Jing's or Yan Hanxiang's, and their instincts were not as sharp as Gu Ran's.