"Careful, come back first."
Han Changming called out to the Amethyst Flying Scorpion. There might be restrictions here. He brandished his bone spear.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion ignored him completely and charged into the swamp.
Han Changming frowned deeply. It had been the same last time—the Amethyst Flying Scorpion had nearly died beneath a restriction. He did not dare follow it. In his eyes, no matter how precious something was, it could not compare to his own life.
He had no idea what the Amethyst Flying Scorpion had discovered to make it so excited.
After a while, the Amethyst Flying Scorpion returned. Its left pincer held a Five-Color Mushroom, while its right pincer clutched a skeletal hand with an azure storage ring on it.
"A three-thousand-year Five-Color Mushroom!"
Surprise flashed through Han Changming's eyes. The Five-Color Mushroom contained potent poison and was a great tonic for venomous insects and beasts.
The Amethyst Flying Scorpion let out a cheerful hiss, its tail stinger swaying incessantly as though seeking praise.
"You fool. It's only a three-thousand-year spirit herb. If you triggered a restriction, it would have been disastrous."
Han Changming scolded it without ceremony. He wrapped the Five-Color Mushroom in a scrap of cloth and took the skeletal hand as well.
If the Amethyst Flying Scorpion consumed the Five-Color Mushroom, it might fall into slumber. Han Changming did not dare let it eat it.
If it fell asleep, Han Changming could only stand guard until it awoke.
Without spiritual power or divine sense, he naturally could not inspect the storage ring's contents. He tucked it into his robe, took the Amethyst Flying Scorpion with him, and detoured into a narrow valley, disappearing from sight.
Two months later, Han Changming and the Amethyst Flying Scorpion appeared in a dense forest. The branches were