There were only two safe routes leading in and out of the Dark Forest Society. Both were protected by the sect's formations, allowing only official disciples or those carrying temporary entry tokens to pass without triggering the countless hidden restrictions inside the forest. Ordinary people who wandered in without permission would never even know how they died. Tyler and the others followed one of the designated passages, leaving the gloomy forest behind before finally arriving at the place where hired carriages usually waited.
The same necromancer who had brought Tyler to the sect a few days ago was still there with his old skeletal horse. The moment he recognized Tyler's green outer disciple robes, his expression changed. When he had first met Tyler, the young man had been nothing more than a ragged beggar carrying a sack of copper coins. Yet after only a handful of days, he had already become an official outer disciple of the Dark Forest Society.
