Walking farther inside, she saw spring water flowing down the stone walls on all sides, dripping along them and leaving streak after streak behind.
Continuing deeper, she saw the stone walls on either side drawing ever closer together, with the passage less than two meters wide.
Yet countless roots and stems crawled over the stone walls, stretching downward until they touched the spring water.
Jiang Lu looked up, but could only see a tiny patch of green above the roots.
She had not taken the wrong path. Putting away the map in her hand, she continued forward.
Soon, she saw the pool of spring water they had mentioned.
The spring's source was tiny, and the water was shallow and crystal clear, containing nothing but chunks of broken stone.
She stopped to wash her face, then continued onward. Before long, all kinds of plants gradually became more abundant.
They had forgotten the exact location. They only remembered gathering spirit plants all the way forward, and the place with the most spirit plants was where the Wild King Mushrooms grew.
This spirit plant could not be found anywhere else—only here.
She swept her surroundings with her Divine Sense and discovered its traces.
She walked over and followed those traces for several more li. Shrubs and vines began to appear across the stone walls.
The stone walls brimmed with life.
Just as she was about to keep going, she heard a familiar voice.
In disbelief, she pushed aside the leaves blocking her way. When she saw the group before her, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
What kind of cursed fate was this?
Who else could that group ahead be but Liu Qingqing and the other direct disciples?
Then she reconsidered. Since the protagonist group was here, she no longer needed