With the bamboo basket on his back and his Sword in hand, Chu Mu set off once more.
He moved through the mountains in fits and starts, sometimes stopping to gather herbs, other times to sense the changes in his Qi Blood.
As the basket on his back slowly filled, Chu Mu's expression grew more and more puzzled.
As he moved through the mountains, he repeatedly sensed his Qi Blood. Almost without exception, it became slightly more active each time.
The massive Goose-shaped Mountain was lush and verdant, its forests dense and deep. Without a specific target, how could he possibly uncover the reason behind the changes in his Qi Blood?
'So… is it a result of the environment as a whole?'
By dusk, Chu Mu had already descended to the mountainside. He gazed at the fiery red brilliance of the sky and murmured with a frown.
After thinking for a long time without any leads, he was no closer to an answer. Following the path he had cleared on his way up, Chu Mu hurried down the mountain.
