Dali Realm, Cang Jue Tomb.
This place was heavily laden with yin energy; even under a bright sun, it remained cloaked in a harrowing, desolate gloom.
「On the third day after departing the city.」
Ning Xuan and his group of four appeared within the boundaries of the Cang Jue Tomb.
"Brother Ning, this place is full of strange occurrences, and many people say it's haunted. We must be extra cautious." Seeing Ning Xuan charging ahead recklessly, Leng Yi hurriedly matched his pace to warn him.
"Brother Leng, you're being overly cautious. Sometimes, I think humans are far more frightening than ghosts."
Upon hearing Ning Xuan's words, Leng Yi was at a loss for what to say. He'd been completely exhausted these past few days. The day before yesterday was slightly better, though. After Ning Xuan's banter with Zhang Hu and Zhao Long, Zhao Long had stormed off in a huff and left the team for half the day. His ears had finally gotten some peace.
