Xiqing Mountain was indeed vast. Logically, the chances of Su Qing running into that band of tomb raiders were very slim.
But sometimes, things have a way of being just that coincidental.
Su Qing leaned against a tall tree and gazed into the distance. She calculated that after taking Jiamu back to his village and returning to the mountains, she had already been here for about ten days.
In Su Qing's opinion, the more remote a place, the easier it was to find rare herbs. For the past few days, she had been trekking deeper and deeper into Xiqing Mountain. Her current location could be considered the very heart of the mountain's interior. There were no paths in the forest. The grass grew half as tall as a person, and vines coiled around ancient trees, dangling from their tops. If not for her Wood Ability, just walking would have been a struggle.
