When Gu Xi returned to the surface, the eastern sky was already showing the pale light of dawn.
She raised her hand to check the time. It was 5:30 AM. The vast white miasma that had originally shrouded the swamp had now mostly dissipated after the long night.
Only a few wisps of mist remained, appearing gentle and ethereal under the rosy rays of light filtering through the clouds.
Gu Xi stood in place for a moment, carefully sensing the activity within her space—after her superpower's latest upgrade, her space could finally hold living things.
Sprouty drooped limply from her fingertip, looking rather listless. It had indeed worked too hard last night.
Gu Xi took a deep breath and casually poked the tender leaf at its tip. She was about to head back to camp when, after only a few steps, she saw Ye Junhan standing beside a giant vine, his head lowered as he wiped his scimitar.
Gu Xi stopped. The man looked up.
