"Please forgive me."
Walking happily ahead and leading the way, Tom Bombadil repeated once more.
"Please forgive me, guests from afar."
This forest didn't seem 'friendly', with many shadows cast by branches covering the path, and on these trees, most had twisted, overgrown wooden knots.
Just like that old willow tree, after looking at it for a long time, these wooden knots seemed to have a bit of a human face's outline, glaring down menacingly at the people passing by on the path.
But Lann only occasionally glanced around, whereas the Qilin and Rong Buqiu following behind appeared to be on high alert due to the old willow tree, watching the surrounding trees warily.
As if afraid more branches, like living things, might suddenly strike out.
"No, Old Tom." Lann said softly, "What is it you want me to forgive? I don't quite understand."
"Ah..." Tom Bombadil scratched his forehead under the brim of his pointed hat with a somewhat awkward smile.
