Mist hung over the valley as morning sunlight touched the blades of grass, causing dewdrops to sparkle with crystal-clear brilliance.
Yuan Dingshan had journeyed across mountains and rivers, taking a flying boat to avoid notice and reach the so-called Wandu Valley as quickly as possible.
As soon as the boat touched down, he and a group of fellows who had come seeking gu and venomous insects squatted by the roadside and began to vomit wildly. The poor blades of grass were drenched in puke, smelling utterly foul.
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