The elves in the Pure Spirit Tower were obsessed with their training. Shen Yanxiao raised her hand in an attempt to touch the mist. When the mist adhered to her hand, Shen Yanxiao felt a familiar power spreading from her skin to her source of life.
That feeling was exceptionally familiar. In Fragrant Night City and Jadeite City, she had sensed the same aura in the test liquid during both tests.
Even if it was only a small amount, it was still extremely dense.
This was a pure form of power that had been condensed. It was much more powerful than what she had sensed in any city.
"Follow me," Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes and said to An Ran.
Qie Er was observing the elves' reactions when he suddenly saw Shen Yanxiao and An Ran walking towards the corner of the first floor. He slightly raised his eyebrows and did not react. He merely quietly observed their movements.
