In the mountain forest outside Anlogos County, at the temporary campsite, a giant bathtub was emitting wisps of white steam.
Qian Tiao lay lazily in the bathtub, enjoying a large tub of hot water all by herself.
But on closer inspection, the clear warm water was tinged with strands of eerie black air, clearly emanating from Qian Tiao.
At this moment, her skin wasn't the healthy rosy hue of the living; rather, it resembled the dark cyan of the undead, her aura something between human and ghost.
Su Lun was not surprised; only by contracting the aura of death in the Netherworld could she have survived.
Now that she was back, this abnormality would gradually fade away.
Qian Tiao still had many troublesome wounds that hadn't healed, and he took the opportunity to tend to them.
Through the All-knowing Eye, Su Lun noticed some dark energies in the wounds that he had never seen before. Curious, he casually asked, "Sister Qian Tiao, what exactly is the Netherworld like?"
