Gu An heard Sage Xuan Miao's muttering, which left him silent.
Did he come seeking fortune and find my home?
His gaze fell on the compass in Sage Xuan Miao's hand, curious about what kind of treasure could locate fortune, far surpassing his White Spirit Rat.
Since the appearance of the Mystic Pure Tree, the White Spirit Rat had been napping all day, no longer venturing out to search for treasures, essentially becoming useless.
The forest in the deep night was eerie and quiet, with a faint mist swirling among the woods. Although Sage Xuan Miao could see the shadows of ghosts drifting by, he remained unmoved.
Whoosh—
A gust of wind blew from the front, causing Sage Xuan Miao's robes to flutter, making him squint.
"The land of the Mountain God, mortals are forbidden to enter."
A mysterious and ethereal voice emerged, causing Sage Xuan Miao to halt his steps. He looked around, unable to detect the speaker's presence, not even with his divine sense.
