Shen Ping completely ignored Duan Rong's tongue-clicking expression and spoke calmly, "This Wild Boar Mountain Range stretches for hundreds of miles, filled with dense old forests and crisscrossed with streams. It's a natural treasure trove of medicinal herbs. Not only does it have various rare herbs, but the forest is teeming with poisonous insects, snakes, and ants of all kinds, in an inexhaustible supply."
"It is because I stayed in this treasure land and studied hard for over twenty years that I finally reached the end of this Poison Dao..."
As Shen Ping spoke, he sighed heavily, suddenly turning his glance, sharp as a knife, toward Duan Rong, his tone seemed both to ask Duan Rong and to ask himself, "Do you know what lies at the end of the Poison Dao?"
At this moment, Shen Ping's expression was somewhat eerie. Duan Rong felt uncomfortable being stared at and mumbled in agreement, "What is it?"
"It's a wasteland!"
