Before Yinfeng Valley, dusk grew as heavy as iron.
An eerie wind howled through the valley, whipping up sand, stones, and dead leaves, making a rustling sound like quiet sobs.
Chen Sheng and Sun Yuzhi stood suspended in mid-air, their robes fluttering in the biting wind.
Sun Yuzhi's eyes narrowed, her gaze as sharp as a needle as she locked onto a deep, vine-covered cave several hundred yards away.
Her right hand quietly tightened, gripping the hilt of her Red Mist Sword. A low hum echoed from within the scabbard.
"Wait here. Don't make a move until you get my signal."
Sun Yuzhi didn't turn around, but her grim voice carried clearly to Chen Sheng's ears.
The moment she finished speaking, she pushed off the air and shot forward like a wisp of pale green smoke.
The Red Mist Sword sang as it left its scabbard, its blade shimmering with a brilliant crimson light.
