In the vast black swamp, two figures floated and sank in the mud.
Yu Hongyin had a cluster of reeds stuck in her hair, while the little maid's head was covered by a hollowed-out tree root.
The two disguised themselves as plants, restraining their breaths. With the cover of the miasma, even Divine Sense would find it hard to detect anything unusual.
Yu Hongyin's fair little face was smeared with mud, her eyes fixed on the distant crowd, her brows slightly furrowed, "Something feels off..."
The little maid whispered, "What's wrong, Holy Daughter, what seems off?"
Yu Hongyin pondered, "Fu Li is naturally cunning and suspicious. With the Sky Scale Guard making such a big commotion, he's surely aware that he's surrounded. If so, why would he run to this Sky Miasma Abyss? This action is nothing short of seeking death, unless..."
The little maid asked, "Unless what?"
"Unless he did it intentionally, wanting to lure people here. What exactly is his plan?"
