Yang Chang'an stood at the entrance to the Star Dou Great Forest, gazing at the boundless sea of deep green before him. He turned to Qianjun Douluo beside him.
"Teacher, where should we go first?"
Qianjun Douluo raised an eyebrow slightly, sweeping his gaze over the endless forest ahead. "We'll head deeper in first," he said in a low voice. "Wushuang's soul ring needs to come from the core region at the very least. We can find suitable soul rings for you two along the way."
Standing behind Qianjun Douluo, Yang Wushuang shook his head gently at those words, his tone steady. "I'm in no hurry, sir. Let the children come first."
He knew full well that with Qianjun Douluo personally hunting his soul ring, it would be at least sixty thousand years old. What harm would a few more days of waiting do?
Qianjun Douluo said nothing more and merely waved a hand. The group immediately set off, with Yang Chang'an and Jin Li'er following behind him. Yang Wushuang brought up the rear, watching for changes in their surroundings as they headed into the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.
They had barely taken a few steps into the forest when a richer fragrance of vegetation rushed into their faces, mingled with the rank scent of soul beasts and the musty odor of rotting leaves. The pungent mixture made Yang Chang'an and Jin Li'er frown slightly.
Yang Chang'an could not help looking around. The earth beneath his feet was soft and damp, rustling with every step. Weeds along the path reached waist height, and now and then, an unfamiliar little insect darted past and vanished in the blink of an eye.
He marveled inwardly. The Star Dou Great Forest truly lived up to its name; it was far