Deep inside the main peak of Liangjie Mountain, Old Turtle was slowly making his way along the groove on the side wall of a cavern. He had walked this winding passage a thousand and one times; the protruding stalactites on the stone walls had been rubbed to a shine, and even the dew pooling in the depressions accurately reflected his slightly wretched face.
The scent of damp moss mixed with the sour, stale stench of old tea hit him head-on. This unique fragrance of Feixia's cavern made him feel more at ease than any spiritual plant ever could.
Compared to the cherry blossom grove of the Fox Clan's dwelling or the elegant little courtyard of Li Pingyi and his companions, Feixia's cavern could only be described as crude beyond description.
Chapter 142