They had arrived in front of a high, steep cliff, covered by large trees and various types of plants, including herbs. "Where is the place you mean?"
"The entrance is behind these trees and right on the cliff." Ling Yun led Sheng Ming into the area via a small, narrow path between the trees, where they saw many kinds of docile, tame, small beasts.
"Many beasts are tame, but these beasts are too docile for their races." Sheng Ming stretched her hand toward a beast similar to a squirrel, which immediately ran over her arm and sat on her shoulder while doing something. "Husband, this little beast looks more like a small version of Song Su."
