The faint purple haze drifted through the valley like morning mist, carrying an indescribable sense of quiet and peace.
Salan's voice was incomparably solemn. She looked at the valley entrance shrouded in Purple Mist, hatred burning in her eyes.
The Divine Envoy who had destroyed her family was inside.
She wanted to enter, but the other party's intimidating presence over the past three years had left her too frightened to take even half a step inside.
Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing at this patch of purple...
Why did it feel strangely familiar?
He remembered seeing this purple somewhere before.
"No need to keep walking. Just wait here."
Mu Fan saw the struggle in Salan's eyes and did not force her. He spoke calmly as his left hand silently tightened around the Dark Gold Short Stick.
Two curved blades of light extended outward. Carrying the fully activated Warp Light Sickle Blade, Mu Fan stepped into the mist.
The moment his body, wrapped in nether energy, entered, the Purple Mist seemed to be disturbed. It instantly came alive and began to squirm slowly.
The previously quiet mist spread outward with the ripples that had arisen.
It seemed to be sending some sort of message deeper into the valley.
Salan's hesitant gaze immediately turned resolute after Mu Fan entered. She gritted her teeth, determination flashing across her bronze face. She ran back several steps, picked up the Giant Hammer beside an iron smelting furnace, then strode after him.
Hearing the movement behind him, Mu Fan's expression did not change at all, but his opinion of Salan rose once more.
This girl bore great courage and possessed a kind heart. Someone like her ought to stand above others.
As they walked, the Purple Mist grew denser and denser.
His vision gradually