Unfortunately, no one listened to her; everyone stood warily in place, and no one was willing to go first.
The nameless swordsman beside Yue Qichong gestured, and Wuming nodded, drew his longsword, and walked forward.
"Master, I'll go help him." Lingxi's voice rang in Yan Qing's ears. "It's too dangerous for Brother Wuming to be alone."
What? Brother Wuming? Wasn't Lingxi always invisible? When did she suddenly become friends with Wuming?
She wanted to ask Lingxi some more questions, but the girl ran off so fast that she couldn't stop her in time and had to let her go.
For some reason, Yue Qi suddenly gave her a meaningful look, making her feel a little guilty.
No, even the Heavenly Eye can't see Lingxi's invisibility technique, so how could Yue Qi see it?
So she glared back defiantly.
A smile appeared in Yue Qi's eyes. This girl, although he couldn't see the invisible little monster, Wuming could. That little monster had always admired Wuming a lot.
It's better not to tell her these things; it's good to let her be happy for a while.
Nameless, sword in hand, walked to the area shrouded in white mist. Sensing someone approaching, the mist thickened, rising up to Nameless's calves.
However, the white mist didn't seem to be poisonous. Wuming circled around a few times to confirm that it was indeed poisonous, and then waved to Yue Qi.
"Alright, there shouldn't be any poison ahead, let's go in." Before Yue Qi could even speak, Sun Qiang beat him to it.
The Sun brothers naturally took the lead and were the first to step into the land of white mist.
Yue Qi and Yan Qing walked at the back. Before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at the boy following behind. To his astonishment, the boy had vanished into thin air.
Yue Qi was now on high alert. He had been watching the other party the whole time, so how could a mere boy who didn't know martial arts have disappeared right under his nose?
"Yan Qing, let's be more careful later. I have a feeling that something's not right here."
Yan Qing nodded. She wondered if she was overthinking it, but she felt that the area shrouded in white mist ahead looked somewhat like a tiger from the terrain.
Especially with the white mist as a backdrop, it looks even more like one.
“Brother Yue, look over there, doesn’t it look like a white tiger lying on the ground?”
Yue Qi smiled and shook his head. "What time is it? You still have this kind of interest? Let's go!"
The two then stepped into the white mist, but this time they were not so lucky.
"Ouch!" someone suddenly cried out, and then the four Sun family members all collapsed. Sun Gui rushed to pull them up, but accidentally inhaled the white mist and also fell down.
When Yan Qing woke up, she felt as if her memory was fragmented. She had no recollection of fainting at all. She clearly remembered immediately taking out a gas mask and putting it on after Sun Gui collapsed.
Wait, something's wrong! She quickly touched her face. Where's my gas mask?!
Not only was her gas mask gone, but she also seemed to have found herself in a strange place. It was like a castle in the air, and she was currently standing at the bottom of it.
Looking up at the enormous pavilion in the sky, almost entirely carved from white marble, it was five stories high. The melodious sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments could be heard from afar, inspiring longing in the heart.
Yan Qing was lost in her reverie when suddenly an annoying voice rang out behind her, "You brat, why are you everywhere!"
Reluctantly turning her head, she struck a pose like a lucky cat, "What a coincidence, what are you doing here?"
Wen Jiajia's face immediately darkened. "What? You're allowed to come? Why can't I?! By the way, brat, do you know where this is? And why don't I remember fainting?"
Yan Qing rolled her eyes. "If you don't know, who does? Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
Just as the two were about to continue staring at each other, the door to the pavilion in the sky suddenly opened from the inside.
Yan Qing looked up and felt as if she were seeing a banished immortal.
The man, bathed in the morning light, had a figure like a jade tree branch, captivating the heart and inspiring an irresistible urge to lean close to him.
As she got closer, she realized that what was even more outstanding about him was his appearance; his dashing demeanor was beyond words.
She is graceful and elegant, her beautiful eyes are bright and clear. She raises her cup and looks at the blue sky with disdain, as radiant as a jade tree standing in the wind.
Yan Qing couldn't think of any beautiful words to describe this person. She only knew that when the other person reached out to her, she felt her whole body go limp.
—That feeling was as if she would die for this man.
"Come, come into my arms—" The man smiled gently at her, and Yan Qing instinctively wanted to follow him.
Suddenly, "Master, wake up!" The next moment, a sharp pain exploded in her mind, and Yan Qing suddenly woke up.
She instinctively stopped in her tracks, and only after standing up straight did she realize that she was standing on a tall blue stone platform, and just two steps away in front of her was a bottomless abyss where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
That was close!
Yan Qing broke out in a cold sweat, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared. "Xiao Li, we really owe you a lot this time."
The soft voice of the Netherworld Brocade Fox echoed in her mind, "Master, only women can sense that mist. This place is eerie. If I'm not mistaken, this should be the legendary place where the White Tiger beats its chest, which is extremely unlucky for women!"
"Oh no!" Yan Qing suddenly realized that she wasn't the only woman here!
She quickly surveyed the area around the bluestone platform and, sure enough, saw Wen Jiajia walking towards the abyss with a smile on her face.
Without having time to think, she used almost the fastest 100-meter sprint she had ever run to barely grab Wen Jiajia at the edge of the cliff.
At this moment, one of her feet had already stepped into the void.
"Ouch! Yan Qing, you damned woman, you're ruining my plans again!" Wen Jiajia woke up and the first thing she did was to curse at her, completely disregarding her aloof image.
"Slap—" A crisp slap echoed in response, making intimate contact with her face. Yan Qing made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her eyes.
"Miss Wen, look at your feet! You might as well thank me for saving your life!"
Wen Jiajia finally had time to take a look at where she was. When she saw the abyss just two steps away, she couldn't help but gasp.
However, he remained stubborn, saying, "You think I'd be grateful to a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken?"
Yan Qing couldn't be bothered to argue with her; she was busy looking for other people. Strangely enough, she remembered being in the tomb passage, so how did she suddenly end up on this huge bluestone platform?
And what kind of weird place is this?
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