Lin Feng and Liu Yan, clutching the mysterious letter, resolutely set out on their journey to Ghost Valley. Along the way, the wind howled, as if whispering of the unknown perils ahead.
"Brother Feng, Ghost Valley has always been shrouded in mystery. It is said that few who enter ever come out alive. Are we really going?" A trace of worry flickered in Liu Yan's eyes. She bit her lower lip slightly and tightened her grip on her whip.
With a resolute gaze, Lin Feng tightened his grip on his sword hilt. "Yan'er, to stop the conspiracy of the mysterious faction, we have no choice even if the path ahead leads through a sea of swords and flames." His voice was steady and powerful, bringing a measure of comfort to Liu Yan.
Chapter 117