"Scared out of their minds?"
Upon hearing Zheng Tenghui's words, Qin Lin's brow furrowed, realizing the situation was unusual.
"That's indeed what the rumors say," Zheng Tenghui nodded promptly. "Because of this, the once-active herb pickers from the villages near Black Cloud Mountain no longer dare to venture into the mountains."
"But whether this is true, whether there's actually a century-old medicinal herb and a Tiger Spirit, or if it's just hysterical nonsense from those herb pickers, or if there's some other hidden detail—nobody really knows the truth."
"The herb picker who made it out alive is raving mad and can't clarify what happened."
"Hmm."
After a moment's thought, Qin Lin gave a slight nod. "We won't know the exact situation until we visit Black Cloud Mountain in person."
