C394 Old Ghost Spirit

Jiang Dao halted in his tracks, his brow furrowed as he peered into the distance. Amidst the dense gray mist stood a gnarled black locust tree, its girth as wide as if four or five people were embracing it. It loomed like a sinister specter in the fog.

A short distance from the tree was a peculiar cave entrance, shrouded in darkness and exuding a palpable sense of danger