After the two of them crossed the bridge, there lay a dense forest ahead, with the air carrying a strong stench of rot, extremely pungent.
Xue Lan had just stepped onto the clearing when Liu Mei's brows slightly furrowed, and a look of disgust rose in those beautiful eyes.
As the eldest daughter of the Xue Family, she had never suffered such grievances, but Xue Lan understood at this moment that none of this was Liu Hun's fault.
If she hadn't voluntarily insisted on following Liu Hun into this in the first place, she wouldn't be enduring such hardships now.
"According to the map's directions, we're still some distance away from Xiao Fan, so we need to hurry," Liu Hun said, gripping Xue Lan's small hand tightly, his expression somber.
As soon as they both stepped onto this piece of clearing, they felt their inner strength decisively halved, which meant their cultivation here was only half of what it usually was.
