"As long as everything is alright, let's discuss our next move," Ye Xuan suggested.
Zhang Wuchen nodded his head, and at his gesture, the others stopped dwelling on the previous matter and started to discuss their next actions.
Given the traces of the Black Demon Sect they had uncovered, the center of the Blood Swamp would undoubtedly become increasingly perilous. From now on, rash actions could no longer be afforded.
However, Ling Qianxue displayed a thoughtful expression, as if contemplating Ye Xuan's words, she probably needed to be more vigilant around Long Zhiyang.
In the depths of the Blood Swamp.
This deep part of the Blood Swamp was shrouded in a fiery blood-red twilight, and with the setting sun, the scent of blood grew even stronger.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, clumps of blood clouds stuck to the sky, and the remaining sunlight made the clouds blaze with an effulgent glow.
"It seems we are getting closer to the center of the swamp."
