Why Was My Script Different from Everyone Else's?

After Hao Shuai finished looking into the Full Moon Well, he noticed the Three-tailed Demonic Fox staring at him in surprise, with a hint of disdain clearly visible in her eyes.

"What are you looking at? Never seen someone so caring before?!" Hao Shuai interrupted the Three-tailed Demonic Fox's stare in annoyance. "Lead the way. Let's go find your big brother."

The Three-tailed Demonic Fox said nothing and silently turned to lead the way, though she thought to herself: How is that being caring? You're practically drowning in your own compassion!

If Hao Shuai had used Mind Reading, he would have learned how the Three-tailed Demonic Fox was talking about him. He would've brutally killed the Six-tailed Spirit Fox, claimed the Three-tailed Demonic Fox for himself, and let her drown in his compassion too.

Hao Shuai and the Three-tailed Demonic Fox continued on their way, and soon reached the depths of the woods.

There was an open clearing. A small hill stood in the middle, and on one side of it was a cave entrance. The rocks surrounding the entrance were all black.

There was no doubt about it: this was Black Stone Cave.

"Come on in." The Three-tailed Demonic Fox drifted into the cave.

Hao Shuai followed close behind without hesitation.

The walls around Black Stone Cave were made of strange, ink-black rocks. They looked as hard as iron and felt extraordinarily cold.

The terrain was also much like the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Cave in Kong Sang Mountain. As soon as they entered, the path sloped straight down into the earth, though it was even steeper than the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Cave. It was hard to tell whether the villagers had dug it out or whether it had formed naturally.

They hadn't gone far when an unfathomably