The marsh was silent in the dead of night.
Gu Xi had followed the strange sound in her perception deep into the marsh.
The white miasma, which should have completely vanished into the darkness after nightfall, had somehow reappeared.
A white glow suffused the air, and a watery mist hung thick and disorienting.
A speck of silver light suddenly appeared.
Gu Xi stared at the silver speck floating in the white mist and raised an eyebrow slightly.
'So that's what the little tadpole looks like.'
To be precise, it wasn't a tadpole at all, but a creature that strongly resembled one. Its body was like a beating heart, pulsing steadily, and it was densely wrapped in what looked like blood vessels, with a short tail trailing behind.
Gu Xi stopped and slowly scanned her surroundings. The patch of marsh under her feet was the very place her spiritual power couldn't penetrate before. And this strange little tadpole...
