Thick Mist over the Fertile Wilderness!

A few days later, the two arrived at a stretch of fertile wilderness.

However, the moment they arrived, they were completely stunned by the sight before them.

Not far away, thick fog filled the air. Within it, wind and rain raged, and it was so dark that one could not see their hand in front of their face.

"Th-this... damn! Old Yuan, are you sure you didn't get it wrong?"

Yuan Tiangang looked at the compass in his hand and said,

"Well, Xiaoling, this time, I'm certain. There's absolutely no mistake!"

Ma Xiaoling said, "What the hell is this? What is that thing?

Was the fog during this era really this terrifying?"

Upon hearing that, Yuan Tiangang frowned. Just as he was about to say something, a figure suddenly charged out of the thick fog in the distance.

The man wore coarse linen clothes, with several pieces of animal hide draped over him.

He held a long spear made of bronze.

"Hahaha... I'm out! I got out!!"

As soon as he said that, Yuan Tiangang and Ma Xiaoling exchanged glances.

At that moment, the soldier suddenly turned around, looked at the two of them, and pointed his weapon at them.

"Who are you? Why are you spying on us here?"

Ma Xiaoling could not help rolling her eyes.

"Come on, brother, you say we're spying on you, but take a look at the situation here.

We're spying on you? Don't you think that's ridiculous?

Think about it. You came out from in there. Did it never occur to you that you went the wrong way?

That you ended up in the wrong place?"

As soon as she said that, he immediately replied,

"Impossible! I've always had an excellent sense of direction. There's no way I could... absolutely no way... no...