The fog was simply colder, that was all. Though no one from the Cloud Soaring Sect had ever reached the bottom of Cloud Sky Valley, countless people still gathered herbs along the cliffs, so there was nothing mysterious about the fog.
Yan Chihuo plunged straight down. In the blink of an eye, he had fallen dozens of yards. A moment later, he twisted in midair and landed on a tree. More than ten gray plants, their leaves fine as spider silk, wound around its branches.
Yan Chihuo looked around and saw a small grove on the slope. Every tree was wrapped in Spider Silk Grass. He made a rough estimate: there were well over a thousand plants. That was no small fortune.
But Spider Silk Grass had to be dug up whole without damaging it, and its roots were thin and numerous. Digging up every one of those thousand or more plants would be meticulous work. Yan Chihuo would have to spend several days here.
The sky had grown even darker. After calculating the time, Yan Chihuo reckoned it must be night. He raised his head and looked around. As luck would have it, there was a cave not far away.
Yan Chihuo hurried toward it. He listened first and heard nothing, then went closer and peered inside, his eyes glinting. After a moment, he saw that it was empty and went in.
The caves in Ten Thousand Bone Cave often housed monsters such as Fierce Ghosts and Zombies. If someone barged in and got surrounded by them, even if they survived, they would be badly hurt.
The cave was about three yards across, with a small entrance that let in little yin energy. If he wasn't planning to cultivate, it was a fine place to rest.
Yan Chihuo had