No doubt, the snake skins before his eyes were an invaluable treasure.
However, when Shen Qing thought about his current predicament, it was as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly dousing the fire that had just flared up.
What use were so many snake skins?
They couldn't solve his problems, nor could they fill his stomach.
Even if they wanted to exchange them for wealth, it would have to wait until they restored their cultivation and could escape from here.
If they couldn't escape, then no matter how many snake skins were before them, they would be nothing but worthless dead skin.
With a sigh in his heart, Shen Qing continued to explore further inside.
He placed his hands on the cold stone walls, feeling around but finding not a single crevice, leaving him extremely disappointed.
"Is there really no other way out besides that green pond?"
Shen Qing mused to himself.