Lu Chen grunted in acknowledgment.
"The formation markings on the rock beneath it—I recognize them," Yun Qingyue continued. "They're a type of ancient sealing formation, specifically used to seal off space. If the entrance really is below, then that formation is the final lock. It can only be opened with the Longevity Token."
Lu Chen took the verdant jade tablet from his robes and glanced at it.
The Longevity Token.
The Third Councilor's possession.
He suddenly asked, "Do you think the Third Councilor knew there was a poison wyrm here?"
Yun Qingyue froze for a moment.
Lu Chen continued, "It wasn't a coincidence that he brought the Longevity Token to the Sword Debate Platform to capture me. He was looking for Longevity Valley too. He simply went to the Mystic Heaven Sword Sect first before he had the chance to come here."
Yun Qingyue frowned. "You mean..."
"The Shadow Council may have already sent people into Death Marsh," Lu Chen said. "They may even have pinpointed the location already—they just haven't obtained the Longevity Fruit yet."
Yun Qingyue's expression changed.
Lu Chen said no more. He merely stared into the depths of the mist.
The mark on his right shoulder pulsed again.
This pulse was fiercer than before, as though it had sensed something.
Lu Chen raised a hand to press against his right shoulder, his brows knitting slightly.
"What is it?" Yun Qingyue asked.
Lu Chen was silent for a while before saying, "It's excited."
"Excited?"
"Like last time in Netherworld Valley, when we encountered that giant python," Lu Chen said. "It likes death qi. The denser it is, the more excited it becomes."
Yun Qingyue's face turned even uglier.
Death Marsh lay near the Western Wasteland, the Undead Monarch's territory. Naturally, the death qi here was dense.
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