Descending from the Sky

At first, Xiong Qifan was certain, but then quickly denied it.

"There weren't any in the past, but I think they do grow here now."

"On the northwest side of town, there's a small hill. A number of trees have been transplanted there in the second half of the year. If someone planted mushrooms, they would be ready."

"As for picking poisonous mushrooms, I guess it was an accident," said Xiong Qifan uncertainly.

"Isn't that a great grievance?" lamented Lu Hao.

"There's nothing we can do about it. We can only blame their bad luck," said Yu Qi softly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. We should think about how to find the Flying Lion Ring."

Xiong Qifan changed the topic.

"How? There's no clue at all," sighed Lu Hao.

"Half of the Flying Lion Ring is already in someone's hands. Even if we find the other half, we won't be able to awaken the Flying Lion army," said Yu Qi in a low voice.