Canghai City stood in the eastern coastal region, a fairly large second-tier city.
In one corner of the city, inside a small, unknown inn, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
Ye Xinglan sat upright on the bed, her face slightly pale, eyes closed as she immersed herself completely in cultivation. Soul Power fluctuated around her like a surging tide, wave after wave rolling outward, showing that she was pushing hard to break through her limits and restore herself to her best condition.
But a soft "pfft—" shattered the quiet in the room. A thread of blood instantly spilled from the corner of Ye Xinglan's mouth. Her body jolted violently, forcing her out of her cultivation state, and a trace of pain appeared on her face.
"Cough, cough—" Ye Xinglan coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood. Only after this bout did some color gradually return to her face, and her breathing steadied a little.
"Knock, knock!" Just then, a sudden knocking sounded. Immediately after, Xu Lizhi's slightly low voice came from outside the door. "Sister Xinglan, can I come in?"
Ye Xinglan drew a deep breath, forced down the discomfort in her body, rose, walked to the door, and gently opened it. In a low voice, she said, "Come in."
The door opened, and Xu Lizhi's honest, sturdy figure appeared in the doorway, his face carrying a trace of exhaustion and helplessness.
"How is it?" Ye Xinglan asked softly, a hint of anxiety and expectation in her eyes.
Xu Lizhi frowned slightly and reported in a low voice, "Sister Xinglan, it still won't work. The people from War God Temple have been conducting tight, targeted inspections at the Soul Train stations along the route. That Duanmu Yan in particular is personally stationed at the Soul Train stop."
"Judging by