The scent on the claw marks carried a trace of dust, but more than that, it was the stench of corpses left to rot for too long.
Wei He rose to his feet and looked out over the cliff beside the claw marks.
Beyond it lay a vast expanse of white Void Mist.
"Has true energy been completely replaced by the Void Mist?" Wei He narrowed his eyes, trying to see through the fog, but unfortunately, he could make out nothing.
Considering that he was currently amidst a crowd, it was not convenient for him to jump off the cliff directly. Otherwise, he would have wanted to leap down and see what lay on the other side.
After all, once one fully entered the True World, one's body would vanish from reality.
His gaze flickered, and Wei He withdrew from the True World once more.
The bustling scene of people coming and going returned around him. As time passed, more and more visitors had gathered atop Dengxian Terrace.
Wei He's towering frame stood amid the crowd, conspicuously eye-catching.
He looked around. In one corner of Dengxian Terrace, someone had set up a stall to perform martial arts.
On the other side, peddlers sold snacks and sweet drinks. Others carried small wooden carvings of Buddhist statues and Daoist deities on their backs, hawking their wares to anyone they met.
Wei He glanced from afar toward the martial arts performers. The performer was a middle-aged man with graying hair, accompanied by a young girl, cupping his hands as he spoke to the surrounding crowd.
From where Wei He stood, everyone in sight, whether spectator or performer,
was gaunt as firewood, with sunken cheeks and the look of severe malnutrition.
"Eh? Sir, have you come to Mount Yuewu to look for someone?" A