Chang'an City is always shrouded in a hazy fog at night. The streets and alleys are brightly lit, but there is a faint chill.
Shen Yihan stood on the wall of Chang'an City, overlooking the mountains and rivers, the breeze blowing her clothes. In her eyes, in addition to determination, there was also a trace of undisguised worry.
The letter in Shen Yihan's hand suddenly glowed faintly. Her heart beat faster, and the ancient map in the letter seemed to indicate some ulterior secret.
She knew that this night was destined to be uneventful.
"Girl, what are you thinking about?" Lu Qing came up from behind and asked softly. Lu Qing is Shen Yihan's friend and partner. The two grew up together and have a deep friendship.
"You said, was Li Bai's death really just an accident?" Shen Yihan turned around, his voice low and solemn.
Lu Qing was stunned for a moment, then his expression became solemn: "Li Bai's death is still an unsolved mystery. Every clue we investigate is like a light in the fog, unable to illuminate the road ahead."
Shen Yihan nodded and took out an old manuscript. She unfolded the manuscript and handed it to Lu Qing. The paper of the manuscript has turned yellow and is densely covered with ancient words.
"What is this?" Lu Qing asked curiously.
"This is an ancient text record we found from Tianji Pavilion, which mentions the legend of the 'power of the netherworld'." Shen Yihan explained, "It is said that this power can control life and death, and it has always been a mysterious existence."
