The others nodded at his words, trusting the young man's sharp senses. They still extended their immortal sense as far as the local restrictions allowed—barely a few meters in this place. The suppression here was stronger than what they'd experienced before.
Their footsteps were measured as they descended further, the air growing noticeably colder with each passing minute. The damp stone walls began to glisten faintly, not from moss, but from a sheen of frost creeping along the rock.
Meng Bai shivered despite himself, rubbing his arms. The drop in temperature was biting at him far more than the others. As a mortal still on the cusp of immortality, his body simply lacked the resilience to ignore the cold.
Lin Mu cast him a sidelong glance but didn't say anything yet.
