About an hour later, a stretch of land shrouded in gray mist appeared in their sight.
Shen Luo relaxed inwardly. At last, they had reached the opposite shore with more fright than harm.
They could hardly wait to abandon the boat and go ashore. Once they moved away from the Weak Water, their sealed magic power rapidly recovered.
Shen Luo looked around, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
Not only was the yin energy here even denser than on the other side of the Weak Water, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was also extraordinarily abundant. The ground was completely different as well: weeds flourished and dense forests spread everywhere, hiding the soil beneath lush, verdant life.
Quite a few spiritual materials grew within the forest. A sweep of his divine sense revealed several plants.
The others also noticed the strange conditions here, and surprise appeared on all their faces.
"Since we've reached the opposite shore, we'll take our leave." Shen Luo suddenly spoke, then waved a hand to take the old man surnamed Zhong out of the Cosmic Bag and toss him to Mo Xin and the others.
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Yan Wushi and flew off as a streak of crimson sword light, vanishing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.
The black-robed figure said nothing. He turned and flew into the distance as a streak of black light, disappearing in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, only Mo Xin's party remained on the shore.
"Foster father, should we...?" Yuan Ming approached, a cold gleam in his eyes as he raised a hand and made a cutting gesture.
"No need. They're only minor players. Leave them be; our real business comes first," Mo Xin said mildly.