A wild mountain forest.
In this godforsaken place, you couldn't even find a hunter's shack or a forgotten shrine.
Bai Mo looked up to see a dense canopy of overlapping branches and leaves blocking out the sun completely.
Above, there were numerous beehives and coiled snakes, while ants the size of rice grains marched in formation.
The Cultivators of the Demon Hunting Team were long accustomed to this scenery. Even Qin Ying's expression was unchanged.
However, the group members constantly had to brush off the bugs and small snakes that landed on them. Although they didn't think much of it, there were still some complaints.
"This medicinal powder from Jiu Lou the Rogue is getting worse and worse. Is that bastard really passing off shoddy goods as the real deal?"
Han Meng, who had purchased the powder, couldn't help but complain.
They frequented Celestial Barrier Mountain year-round, so insect-repelling powder was a necessity.
