The New World, a sea shrouded in violet mist.
Dark clouds blotted out the sky. Purple-black fog drifted across the sea, and for hundreds of kilometers around, the waters were eerie and ghostly. No one knew how many ships had been swallowed here.
This place was called Kexludong—the Land of Poisonous Fog and Lost Souls. Cold and gloomy, it gave people an overwhelming sense of dread.
Creak~
The sound of wood rubbing against wood came from within the violet mist. A ghost ship with tattered sails and moss-covered plants sailed silently through the fog.
"What do we do now?"
A woman's voice came from the ghost ship. The woman lay atop its crossbeam, using her hands as a pillow with her legs crossed. Her black hair hung down naturally.
"Nothing we can do."
The reply sounded rather depressed and had a distinctly metallic quality. The speaker was a man wearing a metal mask.
The man and woman were Ku Tu and Qian Meng. They had just joined forces to complete an extremely difficult side quest. After completing it, Ku Tu's reputation had exceeded Su Xiao's by more than five thousand points.
Just when Ku Tu thought victory was assured, Su Xiao had delivered them a fatal blow.
"I bet your psychological trauma is this big."
Qian Meng spread her thumb and index finger apart and cast a sidelong glance at Ku Tu on the deck. It was obvious that Qian Meng was letting herself go.
"Let her out. She might have a solution."
Ku Tu clearly did not want to chat with the madwoman on the crossbeam. He had no idea which sentence might provoke her.
Qian Meng closed her eyes. After a moment, she opened them again and sat sideways on the crossbeam.
"She's very unhappy."
Qian Meng spoke