In the dense forest, a figure was moving forward.
It was an old man in a loose white robe.
"Damn it, what kind of lousy place is this? if I had known, I wouldn't have come!"
As he walked, he cursed. His white robe was already covered with mud, making him look dirty. Even his face was stained with mud, emitting a foul smell.
He was tired, hungry, and dirty!
He had never experienced such torture before.
He was born in a family of cultivators. He was born with a divine body and had entered the immortal path early on. He had never experienced the taste of being a mortal.
This feeling was simply asking for his life!
"Eh? What's this smell? it's so fragrant!"
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He smelled an extremely alluring fragrance in the air.
"Over there!"
His eyes brightened as he rushed in that direction.
