The land of creation

The White mist surged like a tide.

The water droplets condensed from Yin Qi dripped down from time to time, and with a "di da" sound, a beautiful flower sedan hurriedly passed by.

In the sedan, PEI Ling's eyes were slightly closed as he sat on the main seat. The Pink Bride was dressed in a complicated wedding dress and had a wedding veil covering her face as she stood respectfully by the side.

Her slender, white, and soft hands were crossed over her lower abdomen, making her look elegant and demure.

"How far away are we?" PEI Ling suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, master, we'll be there soon." The Pink Bride immediately replied. It's just that my kind often wanders around the cursed land of creation."

"If we encounter them, master, please don't take action. I can handle it."

PEI Ling nodded slightly, then asked,"What do I need to pay attention to when I get there?"

"As long as master doesn't reveal the aura of a living person," The Pink Bride said softly.