Zhao Fan stepped forward with silent footstep.
The glowing characters etched beneath his feet dimmed slightly with every step, as if touched by a breath of frost.
Behind him, the others followed including all the others who were revived, each step hesitant, eyes flickering warily between trees and shadows.
"What is this trial?"
"I don't know but we can keep all the treasure from now on and use points to buy extra lives,"
"Ooh... You see the tree over there, it has a weird spiritual fruit,"
However, unlike Young Master Zhao's reduction, the danger did not lie in the trees, nor in the strange sky above, nor even in the ancient stone path that carried them forward.
It came from within.
Yi Xin Xue felt it first, a gentle pressure stirred at the edge of her consciousness, soft and almost pleasant, almost like the scent of distant flowers carried on a breeze.
Then came the images: warm, golden, and painfully beautiful.
