"Xiao Heng...!"
Xiao Yan and Old Yao burst out of the flames. Upon seeing Xiao Heng, delight appeared on their faces, but when they saw that no one stood beside him, they could not help feeling disappointed.
By this point, the temperature had risen considerably once more, while the flames had lessened somewhat. Or rather, they had not truly diminished; they were merely obscured by the milky-white mist.
After confirming that he was real, Old Yao let out a sigh of relief. Then his brows furrowed as he swept his gaze around and said, "I wonder where Old Ancestor Huoyun and the others have ended up."
"I don't know. Perhaps they were sent elsewhere. But as long as they aren't trapped by the illusions, there shouldn't be too much danger. With the experience those few possess, nothing should go wrong," Xiao Heng said softly. He was also worried about their circumstances, but they were Dou Sheng after all. Even if this demonic flame could burn a Dou Sheng, they should not come to harm so quickly.
At this, Old Yao could only nod slightly. Within this strange space, even if he worried about the others, there was nothing he could do.
"This mist is strange. We should leave quickly and head onward to see whether we can find Xun Er and the others," Xiao Yan said in a deep voice. His gaze swept over the white mist, and his brows tightened as though he had thought of something.
Xiao Heng glanced at him and nodded slightly. As the three moved ahead, Xiao Heng studied the surrounding mist and said, "The reason we fell into the illusion may be related to this mist. If I'm not mistaken, this mist itself is hallucinogenic."
"Mm! That's very possible!"
The three continued onward. After