"What is the Spirit Nest of Mountains and Rivers?" Qin Ming asked, surprised.
He supported Li Qingyue, searching through this vibrant land.
"It was originally formed by nature, and with a little arrangement, it can become a wondrous place. Some can grow rare herbs, while others are favored mausoleums of royalty, used for relocating ancestral graves…”
As Li Qingyue walked, she spoke. Her once exquisite and flawless face now appeared a little pale, her silver armor severely damaged, leaving little intact.
For example, her left arm had only the shoulder still covered in armor, her fair forearm exposed. The armor all over her body was cracked and stained with blood, giving off a kind of fractured beauty.
Li Qingyue was heavily injured; not only was her silver armor shattered, but even the golden robes inside, engraved with life-saving runes, had broken, dimming her vitality. Qin Ming took out the medicine Tang Xumi had given him, asking if she could take it and if it would be effective for her wounds.