"Hu Fu, shall we head to the Mist Spirit Pond?" Bai Xueqin turned her gaze toward him, her tone calm yet sharp.
"Of course!" Hu Fu let out a low laugh. "I've been waiting long enough. This pond's been discovered for over ten days already, and no one has used it. Such a waste!" His words carried both mockery and impatience.
The two sides began to move.
The Mist Spirit Pond wasn't far; within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, they arrived.
Li Yun's eyes fell on the sealed area ahead. The pond itself was cloaked in a faint, misty glow, the spiritual energy within it condensed into rolling clouds of vapor, drifting lazily above the ground. This energy was born deep underground, slowly pressing upward until it finally broke through the earth.
