"Immortal."
The white-clad ghost hovered in midair, bowing respectfully to Yun Yanshuang as she appeared.
"Lead the way," Yun Yanshuang commanded coldly, her tone devoid of emotion.
"Understood."
The ghost obeyed without hesitation, well aware that her destination was the place where Wang Liyuan had discovered the fabled Life and Death Cicada.
With a swirl of pale mist, she transformed into a wisp of spectral smoke and drifted deeper into Wanlong Mountain.
"Follow her," Baili Moxue said, her gaze sharp as she leapt forward, chasing the ghostly guide.
Through the dense forest, the trio—Baili Moxue, Yun Yanshuang, and Yun Wenxuan—followed the ghost's trail for an indeterminate amount of time. Along the way, they encountered countless fiendish beasts and malevolent spirits, narrowly avoiding danger time and again.
Finally, they arrived before a dilapidated bamboo house, its structure half-collapsed and enveloped in an eerie stillness.
