As Zhen Yi and Jin Rui closely followed the group of cultivators through the cave's dimly lit passages, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. The cave was shrouded in an eerie silence, with only the faint echoes of their footsteps filling the air.
The further they ventured into the cave, the more they began to sense that something was amiss. Zhen Yi and Jin Rui had a keen awareness of their surroundings, honed by their experiences, and they both felt that their usual skill of flight had been inexplicably sealed. It was as if an ancient formation, with its mystical energies, had been intricately woven into the cave's very essence, negating their ability to soar through the air.
