The water of the Underworld River was bitingly cold. The three of us squeezed onto the small raft specially made by Xiaoyu, advancing through the pitch-black waterway guided by the faint glow of the Wind-Slicing Blade. The sound of water echoed through the karst cave like the whispering of countless ghosts.
"Turn right ahead," Xiaoyu directed in a low voice, the compass in her hand glowing faintly in the dim light. "Another two miles and we'll reach the pool beneath Soulbroken Cliff."
Mu Lingxiang sat cross-legged at the front of the raft, her eyes closed as she regulated her breathing. The Wind-Slicing Blade lay horizontally across her knees, its blade reflecting a blue light that illuminated her pale face. Ever since she had been forced to unleash the Wind God Crystal, her internal injuries had never truly healed.
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