He peered over and saw the cliff beneath the precipice, shrouded in a faint mist, unfathomably deep.
Lin Zishuang had never been here either; they seldom ventured deep into Mist Peak for herb gathering.
She looked carefully, her eyebrows slightly raised.
Feng Tianyou kept his gaze on the cliff, "Shuang'er, what are you looking at?"
"That looks like Black Immortal Vine. Shall I climb down to check? We're running out of Black Immortal Vine in our spiritual clan, it would be good to gather more to take back."
This Black Immortal Vine usually grows clinging to rocks.
Thus, the places where it can be gathered are generally cliffs and precipices, making it hard to collect.
"Shuang'er, is it that one?"
"Yes, that's right, its leaves are dark green."
Feng Tianyou took out a rope from his bag and tied it to a tree. "Shuang'er, you keep an eye on things here, I'll go down."
Lin Zishuang looked at the spot, noting it was very dangerous. "Feng Tianyou, let me go, I'm better at this."
