C74 Discovered

In the pitch-black of night, an eerie stillness enveloped the surroundings. Overhead, a full moon cast a soft, ghostly glow. The bamboo in the grove swayed in the wind, producing a sound akin to a baby's cry, echoing across the mountains and merging with the sky, as if mourning the souls of the departed.

Su Qianxun dashed through this unsettling bamboo forest, moving like a gust of wind