Han Li's pupils flashed with a blue glow as he gazed at the mist below, piercing through the grey haze to clearly discern the situation beneath.
With a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind surged out, causing the mist to churn and eventually clear much of it away.
The scenery below became vaguely visible at once.
Indeed, there was a small pond below, only about a hundred feet across. And just a dozen feet away from the pond, there were sparse trees of varying heights, most of which were different from the surrounding decayed leaf trees.
Several trees were entirely black-green, with each bearing a strange black fruit the size of a fist on their treetop branches.
These fruits had an extremely rough surface with numerous tiny cracks through which black qi seemed to be faintly flowing in and out.
With a squint, Han Li briefly recalled. Indeed, they were exactly the same as the Netherflame Fruit described in ancient texts.
