This is a mountain area, lush with vegetation, where thousand-year-old ancient herbs can be seen everywhere.
A Stone Mountain, entwined with ancient vines, has a fierce bird's nest at the summit, spanning thirty feet in diameter, currently enveloped in the fragrance of herbs.
Shi Hao "usurped the magpie's nest," hiding within a Golden Eagle's nest, and is currently using a cauldron to brew herbal medicine, alongside three Crocodile Dragons whose skins have been stripped, simmering in the boiling herbal broth.
The mix of herbal and meat aromas creates an unusual scent, but Shi Hao doesn't fuss over it now, focusing on recovering his body; no matter how unpleasant, he must swallow it.
This is a cherished moment of tranquility, having escaped from the Centaur Tribe two days ago, spending every movement in constant pursuit.
