A thousand kilometers away lay a deep mountain valley with extremely rugged, complicated terrain.
The entire valley was shrouded in a thick purple fog, black as ink. It churned and rolled, and the air was filled with a faint, strange smell, like medicinal herbs mingled with miasma.
The ground was strewn with jagged rocks, sharp spires thrust up from the earth, and ravines crisscrossed the landscape. Deep fissures and cliffs were everywhere, forming a natural stronghold that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
Lu Yuan and Su Yaqing had landed only moments ago when Lu Yuan keenly sensed something strange about the fog.
He knitted his brows slightly, his dark eyes sweeping across the roiling purple mist. He silently extended his Spiritual Power to probe the surroundings, only to find his perception forcibly suppressed and blocked. Forget sensing anything a thousand meters away—even movement just a few dozen meters off was indistinct.
"This purple fog... doesn't just reduce visibility. It can forcibly block Spiritual Power perception, too."
Lu Yuan spoke softly, with a hint of surprise in his voice.
Su Yaqing leaned against a huge, cold rock, breathing lightly. Her fiery red hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and a few damp strands clung to her fair, delicate neck, lending her a lazy, alluring air.
Hearing Lu Yuan, her red-gold eyes curved into crescent moons, and she laughed easily, as if the life-and-death tension from moments ago had never existed. Her usual bold, radiant manner had returned.
She lifted a hand and gently poked Lu Yuan's arm, teasing him. "Little brother, I know you're rich. You hand out Space Teleportation Tokens like they're nothing. But you didn't have to pull out a priceless treasure worth tens of millions the moment we met, did you? If I were a