The biting cold wind, mixed with fine ice granules, lashed mercilessly at my face. The sight before me made me gasp; everything was coated in an eerie, ash-gray hue, as if all the color of life had been drained away. Beneath my feet lay cracked earth, devoid of a single trace of green, and the air was thick with a sickening stench of decay.
"Is this the Forbidden Land?" I muttered to myself, tightening my grip on Qu Chen's hand. His hand was warm and strong, filling me with immense courage.
"Stay close to me," Qu Chen murmured, his tone carrying a trace of tension that was hard to detect.
Chapter 50