Ten-odd minutes later, the lotus platform threaded through the winding mountain paths and finally found a Mountain Hollow with terrain like a sheltered harbor.
Low trees surrounded the Mountain Hollow on all sides, while the center opened up into a broad, clear space. Light filtered through the treetops and scattered in mottled patches across the ground, making it seem especially quiet and peaceful.
Chen Xiaojun gave a light sweep of his sleeve, and the lotus platform carrying them silently folded away, turning into a streak of light that vanished into his body.
"This place is hidden, yet the view is open. It's indeed a good spot to rest and regroup. Everyone, stop here for a while and recover your strength and Soul Power."
Hearing this, Zhang Ci's expression turned resolute. "I'll scout the surroundings. Those who need to rest, rest. Those who need to regulate your breathing, do so."
With that, his figure flashed, and he had already disappeared into the dense forest, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.
Chen Xiaojun slowly walked toward a protruding boulder, its surface smooth.
Beside the boulder, he sat down lightly, closed his eyes, and focused his mind, beginning to regulate his breathing and restore his spirit. Faint Soul Power fluctuations lingered around him like a gentle mountain breeze, soft yet not lacking strength.
Seeing this, the others also found places to sit or lie down and busied themselves.
Some took out pills and swallowed them, while others circulated their cultivation techniques.
Just then, Zhu Wuneng plopped down on the ground and shouted, "Fuck! Do these Black Fiend Bees have a grudge against us or what? We ran into them on the way in, and even after changing direction to leave, we still ran into them again. They're seriously haunting us!"
Chen Shurui chimed