"My Lord, come here and look at this!"
Angus crawled out from a bush full of sharp thorns, a few dry leaves still sticking to his head. Seeing Jasmine, he hurriedly waved to her, his face full of excitement, signaling Jasmine to come over immediately.
The bushes here grew very many sharp thorns. Jasmine did not have thick skin and fat like the Minotaur to withstand beatings well; when crawling in, the back of her white hand was scratched by thorns, leaving a few streaks of bright red blood. Although it oozed blood and stung a bit, it wasn't serious, and Jasmine didn't mind it much; curiosity urged her to step forward.
Exiting the bushes, the view was more open. Behind was a jagged rocky slope, connected behind the slope to the tall, steep Mount Black Dragon piercing the sky, clouds covering the mountain peak. Standing here gave people a sense of oppressive smallness before the majestic nature.
