Mo Xie made a few detours, he had made this Pagoda when he was 200 years old, hence, he had already forgotten a few of the places here.
But he didn't leave behind anything that he finds useful.
Mo Xie and Shang Ting would stop by some areas some times.
"Ting'er, below that rock, check if it has something good."
"Un!"
Shang Ting immediately lifts up the rock and found a few rocks there.
Mo Xie sighs: "Well, this might still be useful later, these are Black Mithril, we can use it to create your first weapon later."
Shang Ting nods her head, the two of them proceeded with precaution.
As they traveled west, Mo Xie and Shang Ting saw a land full of vegetation, it's almost a hundred meters long and wide. In the middle of that land, there are a few rocks the height of a small house.
But there is something that made Mo Xie stop.
Mo Xie frowns: "Those are..."
