The insect pall in the distance hovered in the air for a while, losing Lu Ye's trail before finally settling back down.
Lu Ye's expression was grave.
Earlier, when he had just returned to the Nine Provinces, he had been immersed in the joy of returning to his homeland, without paying much attention to other matters. Now, he finally noticed something unusual.
The most direct change was in Liyuan.
Liyuan is a vast plain, considered a strategic buffer zone for the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge in Bingzhou. It is devoid of human habitation, yet, as a plain, naturally it should be teeming with life.
At the very least, when Lu Ye followed Nian Yuexian here the last time, looking down from high above, Liyuan was a sea of waving greenery.
But now Liyuan showed no trace of green; what met the eye was desolation, devoid of vitality.
Combining this with the insect pall just witnessed, Lu Ye could clearly discern the root of all these circumstances.
