Chuan City was drizzled with light rain, its sky shrouded in gloom.
Listening to the patter of rain,
Fang Yi stepped into the damp mud, splashing droplets of muck.
An unnamed Wild Mountain.
The Spirit Association's internal records for Chuan City contained no trace of this mountain. There were simply too many mountains in Chuan City; a small, unremarkable hill like this could neither attract tourists as a scenic destination nor offer any challenge to climbers due to its low height. It was like dust found everywhere.
Behind him,
Lin Yiyi gathered the ends of her rain-dampened hair and tied them into a ponytail behind her head. Then she opened the portable umbrella in her bag and held it over both of them.
"Cousin, is there something wrong with this mountain?"
"Yes."
Fang Yi raised his eyes slightly and looked toward the mountaintop. It was pitch-black, like gazing into an abyss. Nothing could be seen.
Suddenly.
Boom!
A tremendous crash rang out, startling the birds in the mountain into chattering as they flew out in all directions.
Fang Yi and Lin Yiyi exchanged a look.
Something seemed to have fallen on the other side of the mountain just now.
That aura had grown stronger.
"Let's go take a look," Fang Yi said quietly.
His muscles tensed, and he awakened the Spirit Flower in his arms.
Unfortunately, he had not brought the Messenger with him this time. He had been afraid that the little thing would shit all over the car, leaving him one card short.
Lin Yiyi rarely saw her cousin act with such caution. He had not even been like this when he had died on the spot, and she could not help growing nervous as well.
From a perspective she could not see,
Fang Yi lowered his head