"Are there many Half-Snake Human Clan below?"
The old horse nodded,
"Quite a few..."
The voice of Wang Yue, who was lying on Pu Yanlan's palm, spoke up,
"You've already had your fun with Gu Shi Yi, isn't it my turn now?"
Saying this, he turned to look at Pu Yanlan, excitement gleaming in his mung bean-sized eyes,
"Let's go down and fight!"
He even waved his front paw, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of Pu Yanlan's mouth,
"This time... even if we don't want to fight, we have to!"
As she spoke, a thin layer of red mist rose from the dense forest below, ascending rapidly, reaching where everyone was in mid-air within moments,
"Be careful..."
Seeing this, Cai Heming shouted and waved his sleeve vigorously, trying to blow away the red mist with a gust of wind, but unexpectedly, this gust seemed to stimulate the red mist, making it denser instead of dispersing, the sudden thickening alarming everyone,
"What kind of mist is this, and why doesn't it scatter with the wind?"
