Shen Luo had this thought and lifted his sleeve to his nose to steady himself. His clothes still clearly carried the scent of alcohol from last night, and the more than 500-year-old ginseng that had been in his Storage Magical Tool had also disappeared without a trace.
There must be something strange here.
Shen Luo once again descended into the mountain forest and began to search everywhere within the woods, but despite spending the whole day, he found nothing.
As it approached evening, he relied on his memory and returned to the patch of mountain forest he entered last night, but the area remained densely wooded and lush with verdure. Apart from the evening mountain breeze, there was no other movement in the forest.
"Although last night's events were accidental, it seems they likely weren't isolated incidents; I just don't know what conditions are needed for it to occur again," Shen Luo said, leaning against a thick ancient tree and sitting down cross-legged.
