"..."
Chen Ye sighed. In this case, the little white fox also holds an extraordinary position among the White Fox Race,
...
Chen Ye fed another three-pattern pill to the little white fox, offering repeated comforts until he barely calmed it down.
At this time,
the master and disciple duo further understood why the little white fox often hesitated to move forward once it entered the stone forest.
After all, it had been sent out of the stone forest at the cost of the lives of its kin.
Naturally, it dared not go back.
Yet, despite its fear,
perhaps deep down, the little white fox wanted to help its kin, which is why it overcame its fear to help guide them.
The group continued onward.
"Master, look at that vine..."
Zhiwei pointed to a coiled vine around a monument not far ahead, about as thick as a bowl.
At the top of the vine, it had split into a mouth filled with dense sharp teeth, opening and closing, waiting for prey to approach.
"It's a carnivorous vine,"
