As they walked out of the cave, the sky outside had gradually darkened. The night unfurled over the land like a massive black silk, as if an invisible black hand was tightly gripping everything within. The surrounding light rapidly dimmed, leaving only sparse starlight twinkling on the distant horizon, like eyes peering out from the darkness.
Shen Jingqi and Lin Yue proceeded along a rugged path. The trees on either side of the path swayed in the night breeze, producing a rustling sound, as if countless ghosts were whispering. The surroundings were silent, with only their footsteps echoing in the still night air, each step seeming to tread on an unknown destiny.
"Do you really think the Divine Artifact is in the ruins?" Lin Yue broke the silence, her voice seeming somewhat frail in the night wind, carrying a hint of uncertainty and worry. Her gaze occasionally swept around, clutching the short blade in her hand tightly, as if it could bring her some sense of security.
