At this moment, Qin Moyu and his group stood at the edge of the valley. Before them lay the Icefire Yin Yang Well, an area shrouded in deadly poisonous miasma all year round.
Any ordinary Soul Master who stepped into this place would be corroded by the poison in an instant, their flesh rotting away before they died on the spot.
"Mo Yu, Yan Yan, wait..."
Dugu Bo hurriedly called out a warning, but before he could finish, Qin Moyu held Dugu Yan in his arms, stepped on his own left foot with his right, and elegantly crossed the miasma-shrouded area in a single stride.
The seemingly deadly poisonous fog appeared to touch an invisible barrier and could not approach Qin Moyu in the slightest.
Dugu Bo's warning caught in his throat, leaving him staring in utter disbelief.
It was one thing for Qin Moyu's midair travel speed to surpass him, a Title Douluo, during their journey. But now, he did not even take the deadly poison of the Icefire Yin Yang Well seriously?
Where had such a peerless monster come from?
Seeing Dugu Bo frozen in place, Dugu Yan waved to him and called in her clear, girlish voice, "Grandpa, what are you standing there for? Hurry and come in!"
Only then did Dugu Bo snap back to his senses. He sighed inwardly. Time spared no one; he truly had no choice but to admit that he was old.
The group entered the Icefire Yin Yang Well. Looking at this treasure ground that had once been covered in Immortal Herbs, now reduced to a barren patch of land with only scattered soil and seeds left behind, even Qin Moyu could not help but twitch his eyelids...
When he had left before, he had not examined it carefully. Looking back