The white mist clung thickly, churning like boiling water.
Fu Xuanxu, Zhong Kui Yueji, and Ning Wuye advanced cautiously. Talismans radiating a clear, spiritual aura surrounded them, keeping close at every step.
An ancient compass floated ahead. One rune after another flickered in the air, guiding their way.
Beside Zhong Kui Yueji, clusters of scarlet spiritual flames hovered and circled. Their colors were bright, their flames leaping constantly, yet they could illuminate only a few feet around them. Beyond two steps, nothing could be seen.
At present, every flame burned upright, exhaling and swallowing spiritual fire.
Ning Wuye made no sound as he walked, a long sword in a black scabbard on his back. With each step, light blossomed in his eyes, where a drawn sword seemed to rise and sink, breathing spiritual energy. Its sharpness remained concealed, ready to strike.
All three were circulating the [Breath Sealing Art], locking every trace of life within the small space of their hearts. They let the Yin Qi seep into their bodies until, before long, they were cloaked in icy cold, with not the slightest sign of being alive.
As they walked, Fu Xuanxu suddenly sent them a voice transmission. "When we get back to the teahouse, if Junior Sister Yan has already returned, that would be best. If she hasn't, the two of you should recover at the teahouse. I'll go look for her alone."
At that, Zhong Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye both furrowed their brows. Ning Wuye immediately shook his head. "Senior Brother Fu, that won't do. Besides, this started because of us. If we go, then we go together!"
Zhong Kui Yueji said gravely, "Senior Brother Fu, your strength has improved greatly. You must have acquired some kind of ability from the Fallen Immortal. If you can use