Gu Heng took two steps forward and stopped beside Yue.

The faint fragrance from her body was particularly clear, not too strong, yet it added a touch of vitality to the desolate ruins.

The gray-white mist slowly flowed at their feet, sweeping over the broken stone steps, passing through the shattered city ruins, and then silently retreating into the depths.

It was too quiet all around, so quiet that even standing still might awaken the old mysteries.