Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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In a burst of flickering white light, Fang Chen and Xuan Qing landed unceremoniously in knee-deep, murky water, the pungent stink of decay and moss immediately hitting their noses. The reeds parted around them as the humid fog of the **Blight Swamps** enveloped them in a clammy embrace.
"Ew!" Xuan Qing squealed, hopping up onto Fang Chen's back without shame. "This place *smells* like a giant frog's butt!"
Fang Chen barely stopped himself from tossing her off. His expression was one of a man who had accepted his tragic fate. Ahead, the assembled team of cultivators — players and NPCs alike — turned from where they were standing in a loose circle.
Aeri Fan, the appointed group leader, squinted as she took in the new arrivals. She brushed a stray lock of raven hair from her forehead, her Nascent Soul qi aura gently brushing the swamp mist aside.
