Jian Chunqiu finished speaking and called everyone to grab their luggage and head outside.
The rain had stopped outside, but the weather was still somewhat gloomy. Surrounding trees were dense, giving the sensation that this so-called rest stop was encircled by mountains.
The air still carried a faint fragrance of Earth; Chu Ge glanced around and then said to Jian Chunqiu, "Uncle Jian, it seems there's no path here."
Chu Ge frowned and surveyed the area; they were surrounded by deep forests with not a single path.
"It seems someone truly wants to trap us here."
Jian Chunqiu snorted coldly.
"What should we do now?"
They couldn't just stay trapped here forever, but without a direction, leaving seemed impossible. If there were a path, it would be easier, but now there was none, and they were like headless flies. Even if someone had a compass, they were no different from ordinary people; hiking long distances through mountains would exhaust them.
