Gu Xi's spiritual power poured out, but the area below the cliff was completely empty. She couldn't sense a thing.
'This isn't right.'
She glanced at Ye Junhan, who stood beside her.
After exchanging a glance, they walked slowly toward the edge of the cliff.
The area ahead had just been cleared by Qian Shan and his team. The sandy hill was bare, with only a few specks of green scattered about.
Gu Xi leaned over to look down. The cliff face was steep and the rocks were jagged. Numerous unknown mutant plants grew from the crevices, trembling precariously in the wind. Below lay a bottomless abyss, lurking in the thick darkness of the night, faintly wreathed in clouds and mist.
As for the crooked-neck tree from her memory deep in the abyss... she could only make out a faint glimpse of its crown through the clouds and mist.
'It's clearly still there, so why has it vanished from my senses?'
'How strange.'
