Entering the Sea of Mist

Jinglan Ancient Lake.

Lin Chuan's group of seven had been inside for several hours. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but dead-gray mist. Even with the exceptional vision of cultivators, they could see only a few hundred meters around them; beyond that, nothing was visible.

This loss of visibility left everyone inexplicably restless. Fortunately, Lin Chuan was beside them. The icy aura he released effectively blocked the erosion of the Death Mist, preventing the others from expending too much spiritual energy and putting their minds somewhat at ease.

After what had happened at the market, everyone looked at Lin Chuan much more cautiously. Although this junior brother's cultivation was only at the great completion of the Foundation Establishment Stage, the terrifying power displayed when he fired out ice crystals condensed from the Death Mist at the last moment had ensured that no one present dared underestimate him again.

If Mu Yuyi had previously merely been a child with no combat ability yet immense importance, then the offensive power this child now possessed made him impossible for everyone to ignore.

"Yuyi, how much spiritual energy have you used?" Luo Yuxi asked with concern.

Ever since entering Jinglan Ancient Lake, Luo Yuxi had remained within three meters of Lin Chuan, afraid that something might happen to him.

"About thirty to forty percent," Lin Chuan said.

In truth, he had not even used ten percent of his spiritual energy. So long as he let himself absorb the spiritual energy here, his recovery speed would far exceed his rate of consumption. There would be no issue at all.

Naturally, he could not let the others discover that.

"These are Spirit Condensation Pills. They can replenish a great deal of spiritual energy after you take them. Don't try to conserve them.