Yandi Gully.
This was the largest primeval forest in Donghua. Its depths were a veritable forbidden zone of life, a place few could set foot in, shrouded in countless mysterious legends.
But at this very moment, a woman was strolling casually through the depths of this dangerous, primeval forest as if it were her own backyard. She wore a navy blue top with wide, inverted sleeves, black wide-leg trousers, and a pair of old black cloth shoes. On her back, she carried a large, woven bamboo basket.
She looked young and had delicate features, but her skin was exceptionally pale. Her eyes were particularly striking—an inky green, their gaze utterly tranquil, as if devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
The most eye-catching thing about her was the wooden stick protruding from the corner of her mouth. Her cheek was slightly puffed out, and she would suck on it from time to time, making it look as though she had a lollipop in her mouth.
