Gray Valley was, as its name suggested, a gray valley.
Wild winds howled through the empty valley, and fine stone powder drifted through the air.
The ground, the stone walls, even the dust-shrouded sky—everywhere the eye could see was gray-black.
The rolling hills were like frozen waves, surging in layer after layer from the edge of the horizon at the end of his sight, turning into a mass of hard, dead silence, a life-devouring gray that landed rigidly before him.
Xia Nan reached out and lightly brushed his fingers over the gray stone wall beside him, feeling the cold, rough texture beneath his fingertips.
He could not help comparing the dead gray in the valley before him with the stones in the Goblin Nest earlier, as well as the lime clinging to the "Fire-Fading Coin."
It really was the same color.
"Are you familiar with this valley?"
He casually asked Leon beside him.
"This is my first time here too." The boy looked especially tense, his body nearly stiff, both hands gripping his old Iron Sword tightly. "Mr. Xia Nan, please be careful."
"I heard a group of dangerous Monsters lives here. Ever since I was old enough to remember, I was warned that Gray Valley was a forbidden zone no one was allowed to set foot in. Even the naughtiest children in the village don't dare go near it."
Hearing this, Xia Nan nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly noticed that there seemed to be an extremely faint mist drifting in the air. He could not help frowning.
"This mist in the valley—have you ever heard the adults in the village mention it?"
The white mist was far too thin; Leon only noticed it after Xia Nan pointed it out.
But he merely shook his head, indicating that he had no