The night was deep, and moonlight mixed with starlight fell, creating mottled patches of light and shadow in the forest. Long-legged mushrooms bounced out of the shadows, spewing out fist-sized light balls that erased the mottled patches, brightening the entire woodland significantly.
All around was silent; there were no beastly roars in the distance, no bird calls from the trees, no insects buzzing in the bushes, and even the leaves seemed to freeze in the wind, making no rustling sound.
This oppressive atmosphere felt very familiar to Zheng Qing, yet he couldn't quite recall where he had experienced it before.
"How are the mask numbers arranged?"
He trailed behind the practice class teacher, trying to keep his tone relaxed.
