Outside the Heavenly Capital Forbidden Ground.
Su Shi'er hurried all the way here with his maid, Cui Huan.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness, dense fog shrouding dozens of miles ahead.
Abundant spiritual energy churned within the mist. At first glance, it looked like an exceptionally suitable Blessed Land for cultivation.
Yet Su Shi'er only felt chills running down his back. As a cultivator's realm rose, their sensitivity to danger grew ever sharper as well.
The dense fog before him appeared harmless, yet it actually concealed immense killing intent.
But Su Shi'er knew he had no choice.
The Heavenly Capital Forbidden Ground was dangerous, but at least there was still a sliver of hope. If he remained outside the forbidden ground and waited for the people of Heavenly Capital to catch up, death would be certain.
Drawing a deep breath, Su Shi'er steeled his heart. After pausing briefly, he gritted his teeth and continued toward the Heavenly Capital Forbidden Ground.
The instant he stepped into the Heavenly Capital Forbidden Ground, dense fog rushed toward him and engulfed his entire body.
Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly, and his steps abruptly halted.
Within his sight, an injured figure sat cross-legged on the ground, doing her utmost to suppress her wounds as she quietly regulated her breath.
It was none other than Heavenly Capital's Eldest Miss, Yin Qingxue.
"It's Miss! Miss, how are you?"
At Su Shi'er's side, the recovered maid Cui Huan looked anxiously at the figure before them.
As she spoke, she immediately moved to step forward and tend to her.
But the moment she moved, Su Shi'er grabbed her.
"Don't rush!"
"But Miss..." Cui Huan's face was full of worry, and her gaze at Su Shi'er was even more filled