Duan Rong handed the chestnut horse to the old man, and after paying a piece of broken silver, he entered Wild Boar Mountain that night.
Although the bright moon hung high, the ancient woods were shadowy and the dense branches and leaves formed a canopy, blocking out the moonlight.
In the old forest, it was still pitch black, with only a few strands of moonlight occasionally filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting faint shadows on small patches...
Duan Rong did not leap through the darkness of the woods beneath the trees. After all, it was the dead of night, the forest was too dimly lit, visibility was poor. He wasn't afraid of wild beasts, but the snakes, insects, and scorpions were a bit bothersome...
