"Yu Chan..."
By the roadside trees, Ning Wan'er came to Li Yuechan's side.
Her hair was laden with several dry leaves, and her dress had been torn in several places by the bushes, her appearance now somewhat disheveled.
But Ning Wan'er didn't care about her disheveled appearance and came to Li Yuechan's side in surprise.
"Do you understand this blood mist?"
The blood mist had just begun to settle when Li Yuechan hurriedly descended, narrowly avoiding a tragedy for the two of them falling from ten thousand meters high, crashing to their deaths.
Clearly, Li Yuechan knew something about this strange blood mist.
But faced with Ning Wan'er's confusion, Li Yuechan could only sigh bitterly.
Recalling the stories her seniors had told, she said, "I just happened to read about it in an ancient scripture; I never expected it to be true."
"During ancient times, a turmoil of darkness, there was a blood mist that wreaked havoc in the world."
