As Lan Qinghuan carved out a new path, heading deep into the Fengyu Ancient Forest, a wave of frigid, evil wind suddenly swept in, carrying a stench of decay and ruin. The piercing, bone-chilling cold froze her body solid.
Her limbs grew stiff and completely numb. At this moment, even the smallest hostile creature could have easily taken her life.
Right then, the red stone that had fallen from Xiye and which she now clutched to her chest emitted an unusual crimson glow. Pulsing with a powerful summons, it drew her forward step by step.
Chapter 212