Human Race Believers?

Mountain peaks flickered in and out of view, while a sea of mist blanketed the battlefield.

The group of three traveled westward, against the flow of the mist sea.

Though there were supposedly three of them, Lu Ran always had the illusion that he was acting alone.

Yan Tianjiang had taken on the role of scout, appearing and vanishing like a phantom as he surveyed the surroundings.

The middle-aged man in his forties seemed to have gotten his hands on a beloved toy, darting about without pause.

Lu Ran could understand Chou Nu's feelings.

This was teleportation!

Who wouldn't love it?

Bai Tianjiang was likewise nowhere to be seen, because she had been crawling along beside Lu Ran's feet, her entire body submerged in the mist sea.

She did not possess the ability to see through the fog. Acting this way was no different from drawing a circle on the ground and imprisoning herself.

Yet she relished it.

Unable to see anything, she could instead focus even more intently on sensing someone's presence and silently following him.

Lu Ran found it hard to imagine what she had gone through.

As he stepped onto a stone peak, Bai Rao finally emerged from the thick sea of mist.

[Aunt Bai.]

[Hm?] Bai Rao looked upward curiously.

[You are no longer a disciple of the Jade Faced Snake. You no longer suffer the Evil God's poison, nor are you controlled by it.] Lu Ran lowered his head and looked at those seductive, captivating eyes.

[Has Little Lu grown tired of this servant?] Bai Rao lightly tugged at Lu Ran's pant leg, a trace of grievance in her voice.

As though Lu Ran were some utterly wicked villain.

[You are your own god now.] Lu Ran patiently guided her.

[Mm.] Bai Rao smiled gently,