Xiang Beifei was already familiar with the method to locate.
Just grab a handful of soil from Chou Hou, find a blood altar, and do it again.
But the question was, was there a blood altar on Chou Hou?
The plants on Chou Hou were thriving, and various strange insects were buzzing around. Many of these insects posed a threat to humans, and upon seeing Xiang Beifei, they were even eagerly preparing to charge over and bite him.
"Ao wu! Ao wu!"
The Wooden Kirin was shaking its tail next to him, swatting those creatures away with its tail like a fly swatter.
Standing atop Chou Hou's peak, Xiang Beifei crouched to grab a handful of mud. The mud was moist and would devour his Spiritual Power, still the same old story, and the plants could grow in this soil.
He flew up high and tried to slap down with a palm strike again!
Hum!
The mountain remained unscathed.
