The mid-July sunlight fiercely beat down on the earth, falling directly overhead, compressing the shade under the trees into a small circle.
The mountains and ravines were devoid of even a hint of a breeze.
The vast forest appeared as waves of green; the leaves shimmered, drawing nutrients from the earth, but one could still sense their lackluster energy.
They persevered, waiting for the wind, the clouds, or the sun to shift and lose its fierceness, offering a moment to catch their breath.
But the two people in front of the forest were brimming with energy and high-spirited vigor.
They appeared much sturdier than the languid leaves.
From the looks on their faces and the spark in their eyes, it was as if a gold mountain lay before them, ready for the taking with just an outstretched hand.
More and more martial artists were compelled to watch from a distance.
It seemed a highway robbery was underway?
Everyone was curious about how the person inside the carriage would respond.
