Midnight.
Danxia Peak, Zhenlian Cliff.
This place is rarely visited, with no mountain paths built, only rugged trails lined with jagged rocks.
The moon is dark, and the wind is high, casting the edge of the cliff into pitch-black darkness.
"Junior Sister Ruo, is there really Moyou Grass here?"
"There is. I saw it last time I came here, just ahead."
"It's too dark, isn't it? Zhou Man, where's the Everlasting Talisman?"
The Everlasting Talisman lights up, breaking the darkness, revealing two somewhat pale faces. They look around, eyes filled with murderous intent and a hint of fear.
After all, they haven't killed too many people, and to kill in such a gloomy and dark place makes them a bit uneasy.
Swoosh!
The Everlasting Talisman is extinguished, Zhou Man and Xu Chengfang are about to exclaim, but two small hands cover their mouths, and Junior Sister Ruo's voice sounds in their ears:
"There seems to be someone ahead."
"Someone?"
