The ignorant are fearless.
Conversely, it makes sense too.
The little white fox is afraid precisely because it understands the prohibitions everywhere in this place.
Therefore, even though its four little short legs tremble, everything is calm and peaceful along the way.
"Chirp chirp!"
Suddenly, it stopped in front of a half-collapsed short stele.
This stele is slightly better preserved than the others, but it's also covered with cracks, its body is grayish-white, and the carvings are still relatively clear.
The little white fox pointed at the stele with its paw as if urging Chen Ye to take a look.
Chen Ye felt a ripple in his heart.
This stone stele forest is said to be the place of cultivation technique inheritance of the Songyang Sect.
The other steles they passed by on the way had their inscriptions blurred by the passage of time.
Could it be that the little white fox means this stele is still intact?
He walked closer, squatted down, and examined it carefully.
