The night in the Fourth Realm was pitch black.
Since they never saw the sun, the moon, or the stars all year round, and there was no natural light source, the beasts would restrain themselves from hunting once night fell.
The weary group decided to rest for the night, moving away from the Phoenix Bone in the Insect Valley.
This was because around the Phoenix Bone, there were many scattered skeletons of explorers from the Ouyang Family, and on such a deep night, having a pile of dry bones beside them was something most people were not accustomed to.
Pang Jian didn't mind.
Without lighting a lamp or building a fire, he sat down cross-legged next to the Phoenix Bone that had pierced into a beehive.
Luo Hongyan, understanding as ever, laughed softly and turned away, her manner graceful.
This was the tacit understanding between the two of them lately.
