In front of the mountain cliff, Yaoqin looked at Chu Xingchen with a puzzled gaze as he reached out to touch the mountain.

Soon, the blood mist that had appeared not long ago began to spread from the cliff, winding its way towards Chu Xingchen's arm.

Seeing this, Yaoqin couldn't help but voice her concern, "Are you sure this is okay?"

Chu Xingchen didn't respond verbally. Instead, he allowed the blood mist to approach, and soon it entered his body.