The Cloudy Dream Mountain Forest was surrounded by clouds all year round. The depths of the forest were even more dangerous, and fierce beasts were everywhere. Almost no herb gatherers dared go in, and no one knew what the depths looked like.
A young man with a black dog following him walked into the depths. He looked no different from an ordinary herb gatherer.
The black dog sniffed left and right from time to time, tracking its master's scent, but it did not notice the few swifts that occasionally flew past in the sky.
Jiang Ming casually raised his head and glanced in the direction that Yu Yan, one of the swifts, had left in. It was the same direction as Black Bean's search, so he did not say anything.
Occasionally, Jiang Ming would open his mouth and express his concern for the safety of Black Bean's master, as well as guilt for his previous actions.
"It's wrong to hit a dog! If I can be of help in the future, tell me!"