"Hoo..."
"Rustle, rustle..."
As the "scene transition" finished, Lin Yi's senses gradually returned and immediately adjusted to his surroundings. The intermittent conversation nearby instantly drew his attention.
"Calm down, Wei Sang."
Lin Yi froze inwardly. That's... Young Master Tian's voice?! Why is Young Master Tian talking to Wei Sang?
He immediately looked toward the voice and saw two figures not far from the "Library-102" Streetlamp Pole: Tian Bufan and Wei Shan.
Wei Shan's brows were tightly knitted, his breathing slightly heavy as he warily scanned his surroundings. He was like an ignited gas cylinder, hissing through his nose.
Tian Bufan had a hand on his shoulder, soothing him.
Wei Shan was tall and burly, and a little chubby, but he still lacked presence compared to the powerfully built, six-foot-three Tian Bufan.
"Something... is very wrong here, Young Master Tian. We'd better leave right away," Wei Shan said in a low voice through gritted teeth.
"I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come with me. Hang on a little longer. We're almost done," Tian Bufan said calmly, then slowly approached the "Library-102" Streetlamp Pole.
Lin Yi suddenly realized something and hurriedly surveyed his surroundings.
Beneath Tian Bufan and Wei Shan's feet was a mountain path paved with pebbles. Numerous streetlamp poles stood in irregular arrangements on either side, winding along until they disappeared around a bend nearby.
A little beyond the Pebble Road lay damp, deep soil covered in a thick layer of dead leaves. Farther out was a slope dotted with shrubs and camphor trees. The vegetation grew denser deeper into the slope, eventually joining the lush green Wooded Belt at some indistinct point.
Even the trees in the Wooded Belt followed a particular arrangement. Ordinary evergreens stood along the outer edge, gradually giving way to towering trees