By evening, Zhou Ling had returned to the camp.
Seeing Zhou Ling return with the medicine basket, Chu Xing—who had been pacing back and forth outside the tent with a somewhat anxious expression—finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Only after reminding Zhou Ling of a few things did he return to his own camp.
Though Zhou Ling had been steady enough, he was still only a child of ten or so. Out here in these wild mountains, he still lacked sufficient survival experience.
Bringing a child along like this, Chu Xing still felt a heavy sense of responsibility in his heart.
But when he saw the half-basket of spiritual herbs in Zhou Ling's medicine basket, it was already enough to show that he could survive in these wild mountains like a fish in water. A gratified smile appeared on Chu Xing's face as well.
After entering the tent, Zhou Ling picked up a clay bowl and gulped down a large bowl of water.
Out in the wilderness, with his attention fixed on his goal, he had not felt much fear.
Yet now that he had returned to camp, a lingering dread rose in his heart instead.
His heartbeat noticeably quickened.
Even with [Crisis Reaction], he was about to enter the Inner Mountain.
Even Late Qi Condensation cultivators like Chu Xing did not dare venture lightly into the Inner Mountain.
There, he could encounter Late First-Tier Demon Beasts at any moment.
One moment of carelessness would be fatal.
Moreover, the spiritual energy and mist of Black Cloud Mountain possessed qualities even more suited to Demon Beast cultivation and the growth of spiritual herbs.
But this spiritual energy was not suited to human cultivators.
Once a cultivator's mana was completely depleted, recovering it would become exceptionally slow and arduous.
So every battle