This bamboo grove path is not only long and winding but also excessively narrow.
The dense bamboo groves on both sides are like two high walls, squeezing Du Yu in the gap, making him feel oppressive.
The further he goes, the taller the bamboo becomes, increasingly blocking out the sky and sun, and the surroundings grow darker.
"Shasha~" The mountain wind blows through, and the bamboo wall on one side seems about to topple over, crashing down on Du Yu's head.
Du Yu furrows his brows, placing a hand on the deer's leg, looking up at the Immortal Master.
Yang Qingqing's expression is likewise serious, adapting to the sudden change in atmosphere.
Previously, her evaluation of the bamboo grove was always beautiful, serene, etc. Even if the grove harbored danger, it hadn't changed her impression.
But now, walking in this highly oppressive bamboo grove, every moment is torture for the creatures within.
