True Bone Peak.
Inside the cave dwelling, candle flames flickered, casting light over the mottled traces of time upon the stone walls.
After so long apart, the two held each other tightly, as though they wished to pour all the longing and concern of that time into this single moment.
Han Yan nestled against Lin Fan's chest, feeling the warmth and heartbeat within it, her eyes and brows filled with tenderness.
Lin Fan gently stroked her long hair, his fingertips brushing over the scars on her body, and a pang of heartache rose within him.
These scars had all been left behind when Han Yan ventured into the Ghost Path opportunity grounds.
Only after a long while did Han Yan slowly lift her head, her gleaming eyes fixed on Lin Fan, who was so close at hand. She suddenly drew a jet-black energy crystal from her sleeve.
The crystal was no larger than a fist, black as ink throughout, yet it seemed to contain endless darkness and chill.
The instant it appeared, the temperature throughout the cave dwelling plummeted by more than ten degrees. A thin layer of frost visibly formed across the stone walls, while a ghostly cold and profound aura filled the air, as though countless soundless wails echoed between the rock walls.
"Brother Fan."
Han Yan spoke softly, her voice carrying both solemnity and cautious anticipation.
"This is a treasure I found in the Ghost Path opportunity grounds. It is called the Ghost Path Sacred Crystal."
"The Ghost Path Sacred Crystal?" Lin Fan slightly raised his brow as he accepted the crystal and examined it closely.
Across the surface of the jet-black crystal, tiny black runes flowed slowly as though alive, every line carrying an ancient and mysterious rhythm.
Lin Fan focused his senses. The faint energy