Chapter 7 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Come out!”

The cold and clear voice was filled with warning.

Mu Ge casually grabbed the dirty clothes she had taken off and put them on herself, covering her pristine skin.

She did not know what kind of glory other people were seeing under the illusion of this equipment, but she could not be taken advantage of, right? After she made sure that she was not exposed, Mu Ge adjusted her body and faced the direction of the scent.

The cold moon gradually disappeared, but the proud sun had not risen yet.

This was the darkest moment of the day. The only light source was the glow of the fireflies that were flitting around.

The bright green light originally creeped people out, but at this moment, it made Mu Ge’s clean face look very pretty.

Strictly speaking, Mu Qingge’s body did not suffer much harm due to the sacrificial protection of those 500 soldiers. The excruciating pain that Mu Ge felt when she first woke up was more because she was crushed at the very bottom.

So the real cause of Mu Qingge’s death was overprotection and being crushed at the very bottom; she died from suffocation. Of course, without these people’s protection, Mu Qingge would not have survived and would have died in an even more miserable manner.

Mu Ge felt the discomfort in her body gradually fading away after a momentary rest. She stared at the deep end of the reed where the scent was coming from, and her palms were glowing purple with faint ‘zz’ sounds of an electric current.

“Hah, there’s actually such thunder spiritual roots in this lower realm.”

Suddenly, a light, slow and calm voice of a man, which made people’s hearts melt, rang out. That voice sounded strange and curious, and… Mu Ge heard an intriguing playful tone to it.

Mu Ge closed her eyes slightly and was very defensive.

She did not know what ‘lower realm’ and ‘thunder spiritual root’ meant, but she knew that she was using her thunder powers that followed her from her previous life.

“Come out!” warned Mu Ge as her brows knitted slightly and she stared at the swaying reed in the wind.