The orchid seemed to sense the vitality, trembling slightly, its curled leaves unfurling a bit.
Time stands still, untouched by the world.
At this moment, Chen Ye rarely experienced the joy of caring for a spirit plant.
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Mist Forest.
This place is shrouded all year round in a layer of grayish-white miasma, with poisonous insects everywhere in the forest.
Two small figures stumbled and ran away in the forest.
"Sister, those bad people... seem to be getting more and more... boo hoo hoo, Sister Bai is a bad egg! She doesn't help us at all!"
Qing Jun, teary-eyed, had a little dirty face like carved jade, even with a smear of blood on it.
She tightly grasped the Xiaohan Sword in her hand, its blade shimmering with starlight, yet it barely concealed the owner's tension.
"Shhh." Zhiwei's cold eyes swept over the miasma-filled forest. She held the Canchen Sword horizontally in front of her, her voice still calm, "Conceal your aura, don't be afraid, your sister is here..."
