As Zhang Xiaohua descended the gentle slope, he wasn't sure if it was because of the lower altitude, but the ghost fog seemed to grow denser in the valley below, intensifying the array of various low, dark-green trees and mushroom species.
Zhang Xiaohua held his breath, circulating the Wangyou Heart Sutra within his body while carefully keeping guard. The ghost fog might be thicker, but they were still thread-like. Occasionally, they would drift over Zhang Xiaohua, causing a slight tingling sensation but no substantial harm.
Zhang Xiaohua continued downwards along the valley floor, collecting a decent amount of strange herbs and mushrooms without encountering anything peculiar.
