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Deep in the dark forest.
Pei Yuhang and his three companions darted swiftly through the trees. Every so often, misshapen Demon Fiends would lunge at them, but before they could even make a sound to give away their position, Nangong Jin would cut them down with a strand of Sword Qi as fine as a silk thread.
"Brother Pei, the trees on Ghost-Back Mountain are too dense, and this miasma is blocking our Perception. We've lost our sense of direction and can't find our way out."
Nangong Jin sliced through several Demon Fiends as if she were cutting vegetables, but the worry on her beautiful face did not fade.
"I have a way!"
