Translator: Aran

  “Something doesn’t feel right.” Song Qingluo carefully evaluated her surroundings.

  The two sides of the canyon, were rolling hills and forests. As if it were a jade-like ocean of canopy, it undulated with the wind. The forest was dark and damp, and there would occasionally be the roar of ancient beasts that would reverberate from the forest, as if it was the growls of the spirits that had died in battle.

  There was a murderous aura that indistinctly emi..