Glancing around, he suddenly realized that he was no longer in the dim alley. Instead, a vibrant forest surrounded him, with towering, lush trees.
In an unexpected turn of events, a tree vine that had been hanging behind him swiftly came to life. Its movement resembled that of a sinuous, black snake, moving with remarkable agility. With a whooshing sound, it coiled around Mo Lian's arm.
Mo Lian cautiously raised the Raven Moon sword in her hand, her hesitation evident as she prepared to strike. She understood that within the boundaries of this tree's shadow, recklessly damaging it would inevitably harm the precious fragment it represented.
This tree seed fragment was a vital part of Qiuqiu, and injuring it wasn't a wise course of action. Leaving it unharmed was essential to ensure its continued existence.
Mo Lian couldn't help but feel a growing headache as she skillfully evaded the relentless tree vines attacking her.
