p, and the slovenly Daoist panicked, scrambling down any path he could find. His escape route led straight to a sheer cliff; at the bottom of the precipice grew ancient trees, each thick as several p...ique pattern, harmonizing with the restrictions of nature."You go first!"The old man pointed at Qin Sang with one finger, and took out that conch-shaped treasure, handing it to him."Take this ancient...