Thin mist flowed around his knees like stream water. With every step, he could feel that damp chill seeping into his leather boots.
The canyon was dim, visibility very low.
Fortunately, Xia Nan had a certain degree of night vision, and his excellent Perception also let him easily distinguish the changing differences in the scenery on both sides, so he would not lose his way inside.
And the scattered Fog Lamp Grass, its hazy blue-white glow rippling through the mist, was like lamplight guiding the lost, stretching all the way into the deepest part of the canyon.
The light emitted by the Fog Lamp Grass was different from the candle flames intelligent beings used to illuminate things. It seemed more natural and gentle, not dispersing the surrounding mist but instead appearing to merge with it, letting the blue-white glow scatter and haze within, like floating luminous fog.
Xia Nan felt this was very nice, giving off a quiet, unique atmosphere.
Unfortunately, the time when Fog Lamp Grass bloomed was extremely limited. For most of the year, it was no different from the wild grass by the roadside.
Otherwise, he could pick a few and take them back, find a flowerpot to put on the windowsill of his inn room. On ordinary days, after training ended and he came back, he could enjoy looking at them, rest his eyes, and relax his mind.
The side of the canyon near Fog Lamp Village was probably much deeper than the other side. While staying alert for possible dangers around him, he carefully explored forward.
After walking for dozens of minutes, Xia Nan finally reached the deepest point—the towering rock wall that split the entire canyon in two, separating it into inner and outer sides.
He had thought this trip would end here, and