Everything within Yang Fan’s line of sight was heart-stopping. The reflections in his pupils were equally vibrant and colorful.
"How marvelous! The plants on these cave walls actually glow! And these stalactites...tsk tsk, this icy cave must have existed for at least a thousand years."
As Yang Fan mused, he leaped out of the freezing pool and landed on the bank. The soil in this cavern was soft and spongy; stepping on it felt uncannily like treading on modeling clay. But, even more than the strange texture, its color held a subtle, inexplicable air of dread.
Chapter 350