"This palace told you not to move."
The next moment, her explanatory voice rang in Bai Muxi's ears:
"Now... now we can only trust him."
With those words, silence fell.
Amid the silence of the two women, Xu Yuan's figure gradually vanished into the blood fog.
Xu Yuan's footsteps were light, but the deeper he went into the chasm, the clearer and more lucid the feeling in his mind became.
It was as if he had gained the perspective of a god, where everything within the blood fog and the chasm was clear and transparent.
He even discovered that he could already sense those gently writhing Black Death Mycelial Mats miles away.
As he continued to venture deeper, his aura began to climb.
Finally,
he came to a halt before a woman clad in a voluptuous, tight-fitting, fiery red cheongsam.
Amid the churning blood fog,
the woman, gentle as water, stood quietly before him, opening her arms as if waiting for him to fall into her embrace.
