Yang Qing and the others felt their vision blur. When they looked again, a small valley had appeared before them.
The valley was shrouded in swirling mist, obscuring its full extent.
Grains of sand and gravel of various colors lay scattered beneath their feet, rustling whenever they stepped on them.
A gust of wind swept up the fine sand and flung it straight into their faces, stinging their skin.
The wind carried the same briny smell of the sea that Yang Qing and the others had noticed earlier.
This made Yang Qing suspect that the so-called valley might merely be an illusion, and that they were actually still standing on Immortal Island.
Yet what lay before their eyes was nothing like what they had imagined.
Mo Beixing remained at the front.
Her expression was haughty, her bearing elegant, as though she were the mistress of this place rather than their prisoner.
Mu Feng stayed close beside Yang Qing. With undisguised concern, he said, "Anyone chosen as the Law-Enforcement Holy Maiden is no simple character. There are things even I know nothing about. Be careful, Young Master."
Yang Qing gave a slight nod at Mu Feng's words.
Mo Beixing might look weak and easily bullied, but Yang Qing had already witnessed her indomitable resolve more than once or twice along the way.
Although she had initially shown weakness before him and later even surrendered without a fight, Yang Qing considered those actions nothing more than expedient measures.
This woman could not be underestimated.
She had probably yet to reveal her true methods.
Or perhaps only she knew her true objective.
Beside him, Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou also walked forward in silence.
They could guess something of Yang Qing's thoughts, and precisely because of that, their hostility toward Mo Beixing was