Rong Shao looked at the two talismans Song Wen handed over, his expression immediately turning complicated, surprise mingling with astonishment.
"Just one Jiang Linger, and they returned four Blazing-Fire Purifying Talismans?"
Song Wen nodded. "These two are yours, Fellow Daoist."
"Many thanks."
Rong Shao did not stand on ceremony and put away the two talismans.
"What are your plans next?" Rong Shao asked.
"Naturally, we are going to Demonfall Valley," Song Wen said.
"Good."
With that reply, Rong Shao summoned his flying vessel.
After the two boarded, the vessel became a streak of light and slashed across the sky.
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, are you going to pick up that friend of yours?" Rong Shao asked.
Song Wen understood that Rong Shao meant Yan Yuyan.
"No. No feast lasts forever. She has her own road to walk."
"Then do you need to go say farewell?" Rong Shao asked.
"That will not be necessary either."
Song Wen stood in midair, looking down over the land below.
The earth was shrouded in variegated poisonous miasma, thick and dense. Sunlight could not penetrate it, making it impossible to see what lay beneath.
The poisonous miasma was not a heavy, stagnant fog. Like a living thing, it slowly billowed and writhed, exuding a lethal aura that gnawed at bone and dissolved souls.
As far as the eye could see, the poisonous miasma stretched boundlessly, all the way to the horizon.
"Fellow Daoist Gu Huang, Demonfall Valley lies beneath this poisonous miasma," Rong Shao said from Song Wen's side.
Song Wen flicked a finger, sending a stream of spiritual power shooting downward into the variegated miasma.
A wisp of poisonous miasma, like a colorful ribbon, was swept up by his spiritual power and deposited in the palm of his outstretched right