"Where are we going, Chu Yan?" asked Xiao Long, walking effortlessly through the thick, tangled canopy as Chu Yan led him deeper and deeper into the jagged, uncharted depths of a massive, ancient mountain range.
The air here was heavy with an unsettling, stagnant spiritual pressure, and the ground was choked with dark, thorny vines that seemed to twist defensively around the roots of towering stone pines.
"We need to get something first, master," said Chu Yan, his eyes scanning the rocky ridges ahead with a frantic, laser-focused intensity.
He didn't turn back to look at his master, his feet moving with an automated, reckless speed. "It's a very important thing. An opportunity that we absolutely cannot afford to miss if we want to survive what's coming next."
Xiao Long hummed softly, a low, vibration of acknowledgment passing through his ethereal form, and didn't say anything more.
