The Netherworld Poison

Su Mo sighed. He did not think too much of it and only thought that Hong Qingxuan was worried that they might not be able to leave the Mist Mountains.

"The mist of the Mist Mountains warps the space here. As long as we find the tracks that demark the warps...!"

Su Mo slowly explained the situation on the Mist Mountains to Hong Qingxuan in detail.

However, it was unlikely that they could leave the mountains even if they knew of its tricks but did not have a Martial Soul like the Ghostly Magic Sight.

Hong Qingxuan relaxed after hearing Su Mo's explanation, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Brother Su Mo, I thought I'd never see you again!"

Hong Qingxuan's eyes welled up with tears, looking really pitiful. Then, she suddenly stepped forward and launched herself into Su Mo's embrace.

"It's alright now. This will never happen again!" Su Mo patted her back lightly and comforted her.