By the Blood Pool.
The beauty of Luo Hongyan was breathtaking, her soul-snatching eyes shining with astonishing radiance.
She danced alone in the cave with joy.
Her graceful, bright red figure flitted through the red mist, like a fairy intent on ascending to the heavens, or a sprite descending to the mortal world.
Every so often, she glanced at the copper plate on the ground, and then her crisp, cheerful laughter would fill the entire cave.
The copper plate, placed beside the box, was originally her sole reason for approaching Pang Jian.
Now, Pang Jian was inside the box, presumably engulfed in darkness as she once was.
Since Pang Jian had not worn the copper plate, it was highly likely he couldn't touch the lid of the box, effectively trapped in that secret domain of darkness.
At this moment, with Pang Jian confined and no external force to lift the lid, his escape would be difficult.
Yet the bronze plate was right before her eyes.
"You..."
