, The Qingyun Mountains are shrouded in a hazy mist. Lin Mo carried the medicine basket on his back and carefully clung to the edge of the cliff. His fingers were already bleeding, but he still clung to the crevice of the rock, not daring to relax at all.
"Not even close..." He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the ambergris glowing with blue light three feet away. That is the only hope to save his sister Qingxuan.
The cold wind howled and rolled up his robe. Lin Mo could clearly feel the burning heat coming from his right arm. It was the dragon-scale birthmark he had had since childhood. Whenever the moon is full, this birthmark will become hot, as if something is about to break out of the body...
