Mist billowed and surged, and crimson eyes closed in from the darkness, as if the gaze of some ancient, ferocious beast.
Murong Ke pulled Su Mingyu behind him. She gripped her blade, Zizhongyue, its edge casting a cold gleam through the thick fog.
"Stay close to me," he whispered. "This array is strange; we must be cautious."
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