The acid rain on the outskirts of the White Bone Tomb carried the stench of rotting corpses, and black raindrops hissed as they struck the concealment talismans.
Li Li raised her hand to cast a transparent barrier, watching the raindrops dissolve into a blue-black mist upon impact. A cold light glinted in her eyes. The White Bone Tomb was far more perilous than it had been on her last visit. It wasn't the rainy season, so this weather was abnormal—unless someone was deliberately interfering.
What exactly is the Ghost Lord planning?
Chapter 60