In the third year of Xuanhe, in Lingnan, three hundred miles outside Qiongzhou Prefecture, there was a miasma forest.
The rotten leaves emitted a disgusting stench in the mud, and the hot and humid air wrapped around the body like a thick wet cloth. Every breath carried the smell of decaying vegetation, which made his lungs hurt. Hong Lu opened his eyes suddenly, and his violent cough caused severe pain like tearing in his chest. In front of his eyes was a shaking, blurry green - the intertwined branches of towering ancient trees blocked the sky and the sun, and the vines hung down like poisonous snakes, covered in crystal poisonous dew.
