A wide path ran through the dense Purple Bamboo Forest, cleared for the Bee Queen's passage.
Beyond this path, every other space was filled with purple bamboo. Thick stalks, slender stalks, horizontal and vertical stalks—all were packed densely together, inseparable.
Fang Qingyuan followed the path the Bee Queen usually took and slowly walked into the Purple Bamboo Forest. Just then, a clear, jade-like sound drifted toward him on the wind.
The wind was stirred by the Wood Spirit Fish Dragon as it soared through the air. As the saying goes, wind follows the dragon. Although the Fish Dragon was only seven inches long, the gusts it kicked up while flying were quite strong.
The upper branches of the forty- to fifty-foot-tall sea of purple bamboo swayed ceaselessly in the breeze. Amidst the rustling, a clear tone, like jade striking bluestone, echoed in Fang Qingyuan's mind.
