Zhao Rong smiled briefly and soon arrived at the circular archway entrance to the garden.
Looking inward, there was a winding pebble path leading deep into the garden.
The trees on both sides were lush, and the flowers and grass were splendidly vibrant.
However, he did not see the figure he had just spotted, presumably having walked further in.
Zhao Rong did not hesitate and followed right along, there only being this one path which he sped up along, expecting a collision.
He nodded and took large steps forward.
Soon, Zhao Rong heard some light footsteps not far ahead, he took large strides, and after passing a curve that blocked his view, there was no one in front.
The footsteps also vanished without a trace.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
He lightly called out.
The air was so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop.
Only the rustling of tree leaves stirred by the wind could be heard.
A hallucination?
Zhao Rong frowned, stood still for a while, and surveyed the empty path.
