The view before Luo Fan and Mo Yuling suddenly opened up!
A waterfall cascaded down the cliff, its white, silk-like stream crashing into a deep pool and sending up layers of mist.
Around the pool lay a rare stretch of open ground, unobscured by dense forest. Sunlight fell directly onto the water, making it shimmer.
The corpses of seven or eight Fierce Beasts floated in the pool. Some lay belly-up, exposing grayish-white stomachs, while others floated on their sides with only a broken length of horn showing above the water.
Blood seeped from the corpses and spread through the clear water, staining a patch pale red, only to be constantly washed by the spray from the waterfall.
In the very center of the pool stood a naturally formed stone platform, roughly ten feet square, worn as smooth as a mirror by years of scouring from the waterfall.
A figure sat cross-legged on the platform, still and quiet, eyes tightly closed. Not the slightest trace of aura escaped from their body, as though their spirit had wandered beyond the heavens, utterly cut off from this world.
Luo Fan stopped in his tracks.
Beside him, Mo Yuling stopped too.
Standing at the edge of the pool, their gazes passed over the floating Fierce Beast corpses and through the hazy spray from the waterfall, settling on the figure standing guard beside the platform.
The figure wore a dark combat uniform and held the Weird Gun. The milky-white patterns of Innate Yang Steel on its body shone in the sunlight with a warm radiance too brilliant to look at directly.
His face held a measure of wariness and scrutiny as he coldly watched Luo Fan and Mo Yuling, who had suddenly intruded.
Luo Fan could not have been more familiar with that face.
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