The faint purple mist drifted in the valley like the morning fog, carrying an inexplicable peace and tranquility.
Saran's voice was incredibly cautious as she gazed at the valley entrance shrouded in the purple mist, her eyes filled with hatred.
The Divine Envoy who destroyed her family was inside.
She wanted to enter but was intimidated by the opponent's influence over the past three years.
Mu Fan squinted, his brow furrowed, because of this purple…
Why did it seem so inexplicably familiar?
He remembered seeing this purple color somewhere.
"No need to go any further, just wait here."
Mu Fan noticed the struggle in Saran's eyes, did not force her, but spoke calmly as he quietly tightened the Dark Gold Short Stick in his left hand.
Two curved Light Blades extended, and Mu Fan, carrying the fully activated Curved Light Scythe Blade, stepped into the mist.
As his Ghost Energy-wrapped body entered, the purple mist seemed to be startled into life, slowly starting to writhe.
