A dozen minutes later, the Lotus Platform glided along the winding mountain paths and finally found a sheltered hollow, like a harbor out of the wind.
Low trees encircled the hollow, but its center opened into a spacious clearing. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, scattering mottled patches across the ground and lending the place an exceptional peace and tranquility.
Chen Xiaojun flicked his sleeve gently. The Lotus Platform carrying them quietly folded away, becoming a streak of light that vanished into his body.
"This spot is well concealed, with a clear view of the surroundings. It's an excellent place to recover. Let's stop here for a while and restore our strength and soul power."
Zhang Ci's expression turned resolute. "I'll scout the area. The rest of you, get some rest or circulate your energy as needed."
With that, his figure flashed into the dense forest, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.
Chen Xiaojun walked slowly toward a large, jutting rock with a smooth surface.
He sat down gently beside it, closed his eyes, and focused on regulating his breathing and restoring his spirit. Faint fluctuations of soul power rippled around him, like a mountain breeze, gentle yet powerful.
Seeing this, the others found places to sit or lie down and began tending to themselves.
Some took out pills and swallowed them, while others circulated their cultivation techniques.
Just then, Zhu Wuneng flopped onto the ground and shouted, "Damn! Do these Black Fiend Bees have a grudge against us? We ran into them on the way in, then left in a different direction and still ran into them again! They're haunting us like ghosts that won't rest!"
Chen Shurui chimed in, his brows knitted tightly. "It is strange. Black Fiend Bees usually only appear in the deep forests near White Dew