More and more giant lingzhi began to appear in everyone's vision, many lingzhi as big as millstones made their eyes widen with astonishment.
Mei Qingta seemed uninterested, his gaze didn't linger long on those lingzhi, instead, he kept urging the team to proceed according to the plan.
No one dared to pick up those lingzhi without his command; they could only continue forward.
When the first team, the two soldiers from the Ink Qilin camp scouting ahead, were blocked by a river, they had to return and report.
A not-so-deep brook stopped their path; this wasn't the reason they returned to report—the true reason was a short, small horse on the riverbank.
"It's just a Secret Spirit, just kill it." Though Mei Qingta knew there must be a reason, he still said this.
The soldier who reported replied, "We tried using pets to kill the horse, but it jumped over the creek and ran to the other side. When our pet chased it across the river, it died in the creek, and its body was washed away."
