"What does that have to do with the Flower of Death?" Qianhe asked again.
"Legend has it that it was once the City of Life. Then, overnight, all life suddenly vanished, and the place bloomed with Flowers of Death.
"So we suspect that it is the birthplace of the Flower of Death," the leading man continued.
"But those are only speculations. Until we reach Rihua City, nothing can be certain."
"Why did no one notice this before?" Qianhe grumbled.
"It used to be an abandoned city. Some people specifically went there to investigate, but they found nothing," the leading man said, shaking his head.
"This time, the Ghost Race suddenly sent word. Otherwise, how would we have thought of it?"
"Kid, if you have any information, you'd better tell us everything. That way, you might have a better chance of surviving," someone said, looking at Xu Zimo.
After escorting Xu Zimo for some distance, the sky gradually darkened.
Because of the Ghost God Domain's unusual nights, no one dared continue traveling.
Everyone here carried a tent with them.
Once the camp tents had been set up, everyone hid inside, leaving Xu Zimo as the only extra person.
"What do we do with this guy?" someone asked.
"Throw him outside. Whether he lives or dies depends on his fate," someone replied.
No one wanted to share a tent with Xu Zimo. The space was already small enough; with two people, it would be even more cramped.
"He'll share a tent with me," the leading man said calmly.
When they looked up, sinister winds were already sweeping in from the sky.
The Divine Power within their bodies began to boil.
"Get into the tents," the leading man said before taking the lead inside.
Inside the rather cramped tent, the two sat facing