The moonlight outside the karst cave spilled like crushed silver across the moss.
Ye Shuli's deerskin short boots crushed the gravel, and the jade bracelet on her wrist emitted a sharp buzzing sound.
Thirty paces away in a rocky crevice, the Man in Black Robe was trying to use a mechanical prosthesis to pry apart the vines—his fractured spine made him look like a severed centipede.
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