Chapter 417: Who is the Visitor Really?

The area was engulfed by lush, ancient trees that reached the skies and dense vines blanketing the wilderness. Due to the rarity of visitors daring to venture this deep, the plants grew wildly unchecked. The trees were large and rooted deeply, the branches and leaves flourished so abundantly that even a mole peeking out would inevitably rustle the leaves. Even the wind, no matter how light, would create a sound as it brushed past the leaves. Yet, a figure darted through the vast, dense forest without making a single sound, moving so swiftly and silently that it was quieter than the wind itself.

This was not merely a result of profound cultivation; it required peerless, unparalleled skill, cultivated from a very young age with relentless, undisturbed training daily. Moreover, it was training embraced willingly from the heart, pursued out of deep love, insight, and comprehension; only then was such skill even remotely possible.