The mountain behind the Ghost King's mansion.

Yan Mor Calamity looked at Liangsheng, who was happily weaving through the woods like an elf, and the corner of his lips hooked up in a hint of favor.

"Tired?"

Lifting his hand, he gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Liangsheng shook his head, "You're carrying all the medicine baskets, where would I get tired."

"Go over and rest."

Yan Mor Calamity pulled Liangsheng toward a large stone block to the ...