The faint mist drifted toward the spirit stone mine, blending into the night, revealing nothing.
Bai Xi looked at Mu Qingge's actions with some surprise and asked, "Young Master, this is..."
Mu Qingge turned her eyes to her, smiled faintly, "Do you remember how we defeated Quyu? It's just an old trick revisited." By using the mist to lower the guards' vigilance on the mountain, and then letting Yin Chen create an illusion to confuse everyone.
Mentioning Quyu, Bai Xi understood Mu Qingge's intention.
She nodded and took a step back.
After a while, when the spices on the ground were completely burnt, Mu Qingge looked at Yin Chen.
Yin Chen nodded slightly, his nine tails swaying more and more, as if weaving something. Fragments of faint silver light flowed from his fox tails, drifting towards the mine like fireflies.
