The night was as thick as undiluted ink.
Moonlight failed to pierce the dense, overlapping canopies of dark green, shattering into silver specks that barely dappled the forest floor.
Deep in the ancient forest, all was deathly silent.
Only the faint chirping of unseen insects from deep within the grass added to the profound stillness.
A figure darted swiftly through the silent darkness.
Chu Fan moved like a phantom born of the night. With a light touch of his toes on a dewy blade of grass, a jutting rock, or a fallen branch, he would propel himself dozens of feet forward, landing without a sound.
The blades of grass barely even bent beneath his weight.
The Traits "Light as a Feather" and "Wave Riding and Wind Chasing," gained after his Running Technique had its Limit Broken, were now on full display.
When he leaped, he was as light as a willow catkin carried by the wind, as if about to take flight.
