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Seeing the quiet changes unfolding around her,
Li Qingyan instantly drew the blade hanging at her waist, her eyes scanning the surroundings as the firelight trailing from her sword illuminated the area.
Her will-spirit was completely sluggish, unable to dissipate the thick, blood-red fog that seemed tangible. Shadows flitted within it, as if something unknown stirred there. Bathed in the light of the fire, the entire cavern seemed a hell on earth.
Li Qingyan's voice was soft, laced with caution,
"What is the 'Jianyuan'?"
Xu Yuan, quietly retreating to the center with the two women, lightly twisted the Sumeru Ring at his fingertips. He mulled over the situation and explained softly,
"Yin Ghosts gather and give birth to ghostly fog, and 'Jianyuan' is the ghostly fog of alien ghosts."
"......"
Upon hearing this, Li Qingyan's eyes, red like crystal, slightly narrowed as she scanned her surroundings, her grip on the sword handle tightening.
