Mu Yang had also been waiting so anxiously these past few days that her heart felt as though it were on fire.
She had never been able to find Xu Zimo and could only wait.
Finally, the moment Xu Zimo appeared, Mu Yang hurriedly said, "Lord Xu, I... when can I go back and save my mother?"
"Wasn't I getting ready to escort you back?" Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Really?" Mu Yang was overjoyed.
"Let's go. I also want to see Death Swamp for myself," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
He took Mu Yang, and the two of them headed through the south gate.
Although Death Ancient City was known for death, its other three sides were planted with all kinds of Vast Sky Great Trees, like an ancient forest.
Yet only the southern side was utterly barren.
It looked desolate beyond measure.
Of course, it was not that the people of Death Ancient City did not plant anything there. They simply could not.
This was close to Death Swamp. No matter what plant was put into the ground, it would immediately die.
The earth was barren and parched.
Even the sky above seemed black.
Though it was clearly the same stretch of sky, separated by less than a few dozen meters, it was as if they belonged to two different worlds.
Mu Yang had long grown used to it and led the way ahead.
The farther south the two went, the closer that suffocating oppression and curse drew.
At last, they arrived at the outskirts of Death Swamp.
Death Swamp had no clear boundary. Wherever the swamp spread, that was its territory.
This was called the outskirts only because the density of the swamp here was not yet so high.
There was still some ground for