Lin Zishuang played the jade flute for quite a while, ensuring that she had made contact with her clan members, before carefully putting it away.
This place was filled with mechanisms and formations, coupled with the dense fog that surrounded them. A small misstep and falling into the traps would be troublesome.
Others who had been here were also cautious.
When they first entered, they had all experienced the mechanisms deeply.
Lin Zishuang took out a compass, carefully confirming the direction.
She had traveled between the spiritual clan and the outside world many times, but such intense fog like today was a first for her.
Within the spiritual clan, the old lady had already predicted their imminent return.
Upon hearing the sound of the flute, she probably assumed Shuang'er was in trouble.
The fog today was indeed perilous.
The old lady immediately sent someone out, leading out two Ferghana horses for support, to prevent any possible danger they might encounter.
