Under the guidance of Ma Qing, a party of five arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Su Tang leaned on Gaiyin's back, raising her head and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this wasn't a mountain, it was clearly a cliff.
The angle of the mountain from the ground was more than eighty degrees, almost vertical.
The cliff was covered with vines, including the ghost vines they used to make baskets. If they were to settle here, they wouldn't have to worry about materials for basket-making.
Various branches grew in the crevices of the cliff, impressively thriving without soil.
They wandered around aimlessly, as if they were headless flies.
Anxiousness was more and more evident on Ma Qing's face as he vigorously pulled at the vines on the cliff.
Finally, after pulling off a bunch of ghost vines, he revealed an entrance about two meters tall and one meter wide. Considering the robust physique of the beastmen, it could only accommodate one person at a time.