The silence in the depths of the Qinling was profound.
Only the occasional cry of a nocturnal bird in the distance broke the tranquility of the night.
The mountain breeze, carrying the unique freshness and coolness of the woodlands, brushed over every inch of slumbering land.
In such a secluded corner, the cave entrance that Chen Yun had personally opened was particularly eye-catching.
The bonfire in front of the cave had dwindled to a few faint red glows and some residual heat, with the occasional spark jumping amidst the charcoal ash.
Chen Yun stood quietly at the entrance, his silhouette elongating in the moonlight.
Blending into the surrounding environment.
Inside, the panda and the little dog Bai jin were sound asleep on their soft grass beds, occasionally letting out light snores.
In the early hours of the morning,
Chen Yun earnestly typed for a while.
