The Mountain God was carrying Fan Wubing and running wildly in the desolate mountains and forests.
At this moment, he hated himself for being a Mountain God who hadn't even done the most basic patrol work well, to the point that he didn't even know the way in the back of Queyu Mountain.
Along the way, he fell several times, crashing into many trees.
Even at such a critical moment, he couldn't even escape properly.
"Lord Envoy is right, I'm really useless!" the Mountain God cried, "Boohoo...why am I so useless! I can't protect Queyu Mountain, I can't protect the Mountain God Temple, and now...I can't even protect Lord Envoy! I'm not fit to be the Mountain God, I'm not worthy..."
Wailing, he took a step forward, but suddenly lost his footing and tumbled down the slope.
