The White mist raged, and the yin energy was biting cold.
Withered trees, both near and far, stood on the barren land. They were grotesquely shaped and twisted like ghosts, hysterically stretching out their twisted branches.
The sound of the cold water droplets dripping was neither fast nor slow, as if something was approaching from the fog.
Two women were walking slowly in the fog.
One of them was wearing a black dress with a string of bells hanging on her waist. Her dress fluttered as she walked, but she didn't hear the sound of the bells. One was dressed in beautiful clothes, surrounded by pearls and Jade, holding a silk umbrella.
They were li lieyue and Yan mingchen.
As soon as they left the teahouse, they immediately used the [ breath control Art ] to lock all their vitality into their bodies.
Even so, the yin Qi in the surroundings was like a tidal wave, constantly eroding their bodies. Yan mingchen still felt a strong sense of discomfort.