The sudden centrifugal force of her falling body made Sheng Ning tighten her grip on the rope.
The moment the rope tightened, the suffocating sensation made the moth roll its eyes.
Having finally regained its balance and continued flying forward, the moth, no longer looking ferocious, said pitifully, "I only know that there are indeed cultivators coming."
“We came here after hearing the news, and we don’t know where your friend was taken.”
Seeing that the demon cultivator had finally told the truth, Sheng Ning stopped pressing the issue.
Instead, they asked about its lair.
The Shangri-La is a scam.
Almost without exception, all the cultivators who had entered this secluded paradise died here.
The resources here are indeed abundant, far more abundant than those outside.
But any living creature here could take the life of a cultivator.
If Sheng Ning and his group had simply killed all the moths and chosen to fly on their swords...
Then they would become food for the birds, monsters, and spirit beasts that flew overhead.
As for why ancient books describe this place as a good spot...
It's probably because the predecessors who escaped from here with great difficulty embellished this place a little to save face.
As Sheng Ning listened to what the moth said, she looked down and saw that the lake she had just looked at as clear as a mirror had now turned as red as blood.
A ring of unidentified trees grew outside the lake. Just then, Sheng Ning flew over the lake and saw that it suddenly turned into a gaping maw, about to swallow her and the moth whole.
The surrounding trees suddenly transformed into gleaming, sharp teeth.
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