Chapter 141

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded among the wild grass, as if swallowed by the eerie atmosphere. Shen Mingyue pulled on the reins, and her mount nervously pawed the ground, the white mist expelled from its nostrils freezing into tiny ice crystals in the cold air. She gazed at the rolling gray mist at the entrance of the valley. The Holy Clan Totem on her palm suddenly grew hot, as though a ball of fire were burning beneath her skin, making her tremble slightly from the heat. The mist looked like boiling black ink, its surface shimmering with an eerie, dark blue sheen that drifted under the dim daylight. Faint, shredded wisps of Ghost Fire floated within the mist like countless pairs of prying eyes, coldly eyeing the uninvited guests who had barged in. Those Ghost Fires flickered on and off, sometimes gathering and sometimes scattering, as if transmitting some mysterious message. Gu Jinghong wore a grim expression. His knuckles turned slightly white from gripping the hilt of his sword too tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand.