As the delicate-looking nun spoke, one slender hand slowly rose.
"'Red Whisk Crimson Dragon Spear'? This spearhead came from the Desolate Moon Continent, yet Senior says there is a 'Red Whisk Temple' on the ground above?
Could you have remembered the wrong place? Above this place lies a black swamp, the boundary where the territories of the 'Wind Goose Beasts' and 'Wind Iron Beasts' meet. Where would a temple come from?
Even the 'Yin Mountain Beasts' you mentioned are something I am hearing of for the first time.
If Senior insists on using Soul Search, then go ahead and search. See whether this junior is lying, or if Senior has the ability to rush out of the ground and see whether there truly is a swamp above."
The delicate-looking nun stared into Gong Chenying's eyes, yet she could not see the slightest ripple within them.
"'Wind Goose Beasts' and 'Wind Iron Beasts'... The 'Red Whisk Crimson Dragon Spear' appeared on the Desolate Moon Continent? This place lies beneath a black swamp?"
Her hand paused. A string of muttered questions left her lips.
Shock appeared in her eyes, but for some inexplicable reason, she began to somewhat believe Gong Chenying's words. She had already sensed that something was wrong with the surroundings.
It was only after being stimulated by the aura of the "Red Whisk Crimson Dragon Spear" that she had awakened. Although she had seen several "Yin Mountain Beasts," they were all exceedingly weak.
She had originally been here to suppress and seal them, so seeing them after waking had not struck her as strange. They were merely a few minor demons.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. The next moment, the nun's illusory figure flickered and vanished, leaving Gong Chenying standing motionless where she was...
Several dozen breaths later,