C75 Miraculous Herbs

The interior of Xiong Dali's cave was pitch-black, and even Yuan Ge, with his keen vision, could barely discern the outline of his own hand before his eyes. He had no choice but to feel his way along the cave's stone walls as he advanced. The air was thick with a pungent mix of rot and a fishy odor, which was quite overpowering.

Pinching his nose and groping his way forward