C50 Spirit Lake

At dawn, accompanied by the roars of Demonic Beasts, Han Feng and his companions, along with their grass mud horse, gradually awoke. Despite the overcast sky, the oppressive heat was palpable.

Han Feng stretched languidly, clearly reluctant to leave the comfort of sleep behind. As they resumed their journey, Lin Meng'er's glances towards Han Feng were tinged with something new