Liu Miaotu had wandered in the mountain for a full day and night. Not to mention finding a treasure from the Immortal Sect, he hadn't even seen a single hair, which infuriated him so much that he sat on a large bluestone boulder and cursed the idlers in the village:
"A bunch of plague-ridden idle dogs, saying there are treasures on the mountain, all just farting lies!"
As fog began to arise in the mountains, Liu Miaotu shivered and thought to himself:
"Although the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards have been driven out of these mountains in the past few years, who knows if any have slipped through the nets! This fog is coming in an eerie way. It's better to get off the mountain first..."
Liu Miaotu stood up and walked along the mountain road for nearly an hour, but it was all a hazy white mist, and there was no exit in sight.
"It's truly bizarre! Why haven't I reached the bottom yet!"
