Luo Qingchen looked at the vines with a grave expression: "These vines... there's something strange about them. I feel an extremely faint, yet very pure... Thunderous Force lingering on them. Moreover, there seems to be some... traces of space fluctuation."
Thunder? Space? How could such power exist on the edge of this deathly silent swamp?
A sense of doubt and alertness arose in Luo Qingchen's heart. This seemingly safe resting spot might not be as simple as it appears. They seem to have stepped from one peril into another unknown mystery.
Luo Qingchen's words startled Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan. Their eyes filled with caution as they turned to the dark purple vines at the cave entrance.
"Thunder? Space?" Lin Wan'er carefully sensed it. With her cultivation, she could only vaguely sense a strange energy fluctuation from the vines, but could not discern specific attributes. "Luo senior, are you sure?"
