"This deer..."
Jiang Ming raised an eyebrow and scrutinized the deer.
White deer are rare; in the ancient dynasties of Jiang Ming's previous life, they would have been considered auspicious and offered as tribute.
The first impression this white deer gave Jiang Ming was one of vitality and liveliness.
Jiang Ming didn't chase the white deer away but instead closed his eyes to practice cultivation.
The sky quickly brightened.
Anluo Mountain isn't high, but its peak is covered in snow, making it quite unique.
Bright Peak White Snow Flower, a valuable herb, can only be born under such conditions.
However, it wasn't until the afternoon that Jiang Ming reached Anluo Mountain.
With a large package on his back, Jiang Ming leaped continuously through the mountains, heading straight for the snow peak.
His body glided through the air like a low-flying wild goose.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Ming turned around and found that the white deer was still following him.
