Two nights later, the sky was covered with clouds, the stars hidden, and the night sky was as dark as ink, obscuring everything. The endless forest was dim and silent, each mountain towering like a primitive beast, calmly watching ahead. Occasionally, a wild bird flitted by, adding a touch of eeriness to the lifeless mountains, and even the usually noisy insects fell silent.
The oppressive mountains and the silent forest turned the entire earth into a dark world, but in one valley, three huge bonfires burned, arranged in the shape of a triangle. The flames soared, dancing with the wind, as if trying to dispel the thick night. Some people gathered around the bonfire, silently gazing at the sky. Among them, one person frowned with concern in his eyes—Luo Zheng.
