The next day, before dawn had broken, Old Simi got up.
"We need to get moving early. Many dangerous creatures in Green Mist Marsh that move at night return to their nests to rest around this time. It's safest to travel now," Old Simi said.
Matthew and Fili naturally had no objections. As Wizards, they did not need much sleep and could even replace sleep with meditation using a Meditation Method. However, Green Mist Marsh was filled with danger, and cultivating a Meditation Method here was not a good choice. They still chose sleep to recover their condition.
After adjusting during this time, Fili had recovered as well. The loss caused by extracting her bloodline essence could no longer be seen from the outside, but she had in fact lost a great deal of vitality. Her lifespan might even be reduced by a hundred years or more because of it.
It would be difficult to replenish that lost lifespan. Fili could not find a way to restore it for now, so she could only wait until the Royal Capital unrest was over before searching for a solution.
After Old Simi packed up camp, the three set off again.
Old Simi needed to lead the way, so he rode the pack beast at the front.
Two or three hours later, sunlight filtered through the green mist and shone down, enveloping the entire marshland in a layer of green light.
Just as Old Simi had said, they encountered no accidents until dawn and traveled without obstruction.
Just as Matthew began to think that today seemed like it would go smoothly, a new situation arose.
Suddenly, a hand wearing a long glove reached out from the mud. Its white glove was caked with dirt and grime, and it wore both a ring and