Su Youyi sat cross-legged on the grass, with her Spirit Sword laid horizontally before her knees, surrounded by colorful auroras extending three zhang outwards, isolating the dense surroundings outside of the aurora from nearing her.
Through stillness she controlled motion, if the enemy did not move, neither would she.
Su Youyi's heart was calm like still water, ready to unleash her unmatched sword edge on anyone who dared to come within three zhang.
However, she also harbored some subtle worries, uncertain of how her senior brother was.
Even she was unable to disperse this strange fog. When her Divine Sense was extended, it disappeared without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea as soon as it touched the fog, completely unable to gather any information.
