Clouds descended at the edge of the canyon, and Song He, while eyeing the thorns below, queried, "Senior, have you never been to this place before?"
He had grown suspicious during the earlier encounter between the silver wolf and itself; by all accounts, it shouldn't be unaware, should it?
This heavenly cave had existed for so many years; it shouldn't have waited until his arrival to help this white tiger with its problem.
Had none of the numerous senior brothers and sisters before him been able to help it?
"No, I don't remember, and I can't read the map."
The white tiger shook its head and immediately changed the subject, just like when Song He had asked it about True Master Heyun before.
It stretched out its paw, pointing to the canyon in front, and queried,
"What exactly are these silver thorn spirit plants?"
Song He saw that it clearly did not wish to elaborate, so he refrained from asking and simply focused on the panel that had appeared—
