The heavy rain poured down like the Milky Way, hitting the dark Broken Dragon Cliff. Lin Mo was carrying the ancestral medicine basket on his back, and his skinny fingers dug into the slippery rock crevices, causing his nails to crack and ooze blood. He only exchanged half a bag of brown rice for picking a ten-year-old "bloodline vine". The screams of monks fighting suddenly came from overhead, and a blood-stained figure fell into the deep stream wrapped in blue light. The dying monk stuffed half a jade slip into the interlayer of his medicine basket: "... Hunyuan... Five Elements... Don't show it to others..." The pursuer's magic sword was already hanging above his head.
