Shenshang Plain, as far as the eye can see, is lush and vast, but under the night fog, the expansive forest is a dark, endless mass, devoid of its rightful verdance.
The trees sway, leaves rustle, and a faint green mist flows, wrapping around Qin Ming, making him seem as if he's about to leave the ground, floating forward.
Traveling through the forest, his body light and nimble, overwhelmed by the Yimu Qi, brimming with vitality, his footfalls on the grass and leaves take him far with each step, as though he's being carried by the green haze.
"Yimu Qi also has this wonderful use." Qin Ming is slightly surprised, it not only saves his strength, the pale green light enveloping him is like a dose of Spiritual Medicine entering his body, slowly purifying his flesh and nourishing his spirit.
In such surroundings, his steps swift as flight, he seems to be riding the plant essences, his hair fluttering, like a Banished Immortal traveling through the night.
