林未川蹲在黑泥潭边上，用泥巴擦了擦额头的汗。这鬼地方，连个苍蝇都飞不到，浓雾黏糊糊地贴在脸上，带着一股子发霉的酸臭味。他小嘴一撇， retrieved the map he'd shoved aside earlier. Useless junk. The old man really thought a piece of parchment could guide them through this swamp of doom?

"Master She, where are you?" Lin Wuchen called out, adjusting the carrying strap on his back. TheLocation was no use. He'd been wandering since dawn, and the only thing he'd found was a particularly large and particularly smelly mushroom. Not even a decent herb, let alone the spiritual grass the old man wanted.

Suddenly, a voice rumbled through the mist. "Wuchen, what are you doing sitting in the mud like a muddy chicken?"

Lin Wuchen looked up and saw Master She leaning against a tree, arms crossed. She had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were like an old cat looking at a mouse.

"Master She, you're back!" Lin Wuchen scrambled to his feet, covered in mud. "I'm sorry, I... I can't find the spiritual grass."