After setting fire to the Fairy Temple, Chen Hao immediately ran out and fled down the mountain.
At that moment, the night between the mountains was dim, gusting winds assaulted him, and the leaves rustled slightly as they were blown by the wind. Running on the nearly invisible stone steps under his feet, Chen Hao had several close calls of tripping over them. Looking ahead, the forest was filled with dense tree shadows, and only far away at the foot of the mountain could he see the occasional glimmer of lights. The whole mountain forest echoed with the sound of his footsteps and heavy breathing, and occasionally, there would be a sudden mournful and melodious cry of birds.
Every time he heard the sudden bird cries, Chen Hao couldn't help but jump in fright.