Dugu Yan watched the scenery outside the window fly backward, a flicker of excitement and resolve flashing deep in her emerald eyes.
She had left behind everything familiar. The road ahead was unknown, but that very unknown was filled with the thrill of breaking free from restraint.
She turned to Lin Xia and asked in a tone that was almost naturally familiar, "City Lord Lin, what exactly is this place we're going to 'have some fun' at? You've got to give us a hint, right?"
Ning Rongrong pricked up her ears as well.
Meng Yiran nervously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Even Zhu Zhuqing, who had her eyes closed, gave the faintest tremble of her long lashes.
Ye Lingling's cool gaze also fell on Lin Xia, waiting for his answer.
Lin Xia sat back against the comfortable cushion, his gaze deep, as if it had pierced through the carriage wall and turned toward that legendary fallen city where blood and sin bred.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the smooth surface of his Storage Soul Tool. Inside it, besides the Immortal Herbs, also lay a large number of Soul Tools he had forged with his own hands, enough to overturn common sense.
"A place... where Soul Skills cannot be used."
Lin Xia's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a strange penetrating force.
"What?"
The smile on Dugu Yan's face froze in an instant. Her emerald eyes flew wide, filled with shock and disbelief.
Ning Rongrong sucked in a cold breath, her glass-colored eyes full of astonishment.
"Soul Skills can't be used? Then how..."
Meng Yiran's little face went deathly pale. Her lips parted slightly, but she could not speak.
Ye Lingling's pupils also contracted sharply, and obvious gravity appeared on her cool face for the first