Two days later, Lu Chuan led Medusa, Yun Yun, Zi Yan, Cao Ying, and the others toward Misty Forest at the easternmost edge of the Battle Qi Continent.
Misty Forest was shrouded in a mysterious layer of white mist year-round, and few people ever set foot there.
The group hurried along and soon reached the edge of Misty Forest.
"Is this Misty Forest?"
Zi Yan asked curiously.
Lu Chuan narrowed his eyes.
"Be careful. The mist here is no ordinary mist."
"Call Cheng Han and notify her family." Although Ni Haodong did not want to deal with Cheng Han, they had to inform her family just in case.
"Do you think this place might have traps?" they said as they appeared in what looked like a corridor, staring at the many faded colorful murals above.
No one understood what he meant, and they all looked puzzled. Then, their gazes slowly shifted to the Seven Sages King, waiting for him to speak.
A few more days' journey ahead lay Wang Sheng and A Qi's destination. No outsiders would ever come to that place, making it ideal for someone like Wang Sheng, who was hunted by the whole world.
Only after Yan Fei heard Shi Tian's words did she feel slightly better, and the car gradually slowed down.
Suddenly, her voice tightened sharply. Her eyes, sharp as swords, turned toward the distance. For the first time, those beautiful frost-like eyes that had remained unchanged for ages showed intense panic.
Perhaps his feelings for Xia Haitang were only those of a friend who barely counted as one, far from the deep affection and loyalty Xia Haitang had shown him. Yet watching Xia Haitang die in his arms to save him left him with an indescribable feeling—stifling and helpless.
Chen Suxin grew somewhat emotional