Although Max's curiosity about the monk lingered, he quickly suppressed it. The Treasure Seeking Rat had already chosen its direction, and that direction did not align with the path the monk had taken.
Right now, the soul-nourishing grass was far more important than solving mysteries. With determination in his eyes, Max tightened his grip on the Blue Dragon Sword and followed behind the small rat as it scurried deeper into the valley.
As he moved further in, Max noticed the yin energy thickening noticeably. The cold air bit into his bones, and even with his strengthened physique and vital essence shield, he could feel a faint chill sinking into his marrow.
It was exactly the kind of environment where rare yin-based treasures like the soul-nourishing grass would thrive, but it was also the kind of environment where dangerous creatures lurked.
