In seconds, Yang Qing was already at his target's location. Trees surrounded the area, mostly cypress, along with a few shrubs, dense undergrowth, and a thin veil of fog that slightly obscured vision. But for a palace realm expert, that limited visibility might as well have been nonexistent. Yang Qing could see things as clear as day, fog or no fog.
The temperature within a 200-meter radius of the area was slightly lower than the rest of the gorge. It was almost identical to the air around the spirit water oak tree after it had been altered by Yang Qing's spells.
The environment was also eerily quiet. While the gorge was generally a silent place, apart from the occasional rustling of leaves or faint insect noises, this spot took that silence a step further. It was quiet to the point of being unsettling.
A small smile tugged at Yang Qing's lips as he eyed one of the cypress trees.
