Mi Mountain was very tall, with many jagged peaks branching off.
"Head further in, Junior Brother. There should be a path at the foot of the mountain."
Brother Gao seemed a bit uneasy and offered a few more words of caution.
"Once you get inside, you'll be able to see the Black Jail."
Bai Mo made a mental note, bid him farewell, and finally departed.
Bai Mo now had some experience with medicinal fields. A single glance at the soil at the foot of the mountain told him it was barren.
If it was like this at the foot of the mountain, one could only imagine what the mountainside, constantly battered by rain, was like.
The sparse vegetation that did exist also looked malnourished.
But Bai Mo knew it was precious; plants that had aged enough under such conditions often had extraordinary qualities.
After walking along the base of the mountain for nearly an hour, the sky had begun to darken.
