The dense mist parted, as though someone had cleaved a path through it with a single sword strike.
The old man seized Lin Bai and sprinted along the path, rapidly crossing the Mist Marsh.
After roughly half an hour, Lin Bai saw a massive black shadow settled within the mist-shrouded region ahead.
Only when they drew closer did Lin Bai see clearly... It had originally been an ancient city.
The city was built with astonishing grandeur. Its walls were cast from blue bricks, while the houses within were luxurious and imposing, with little difference from the cities of the outside world.
There were quite a few martial artists in the city. Though it could not compare to the large cities of the Chu Kingdom outside, it was still on par with some smaller cities.
There were at least thirty to fifty thousand martial artists living in the city.
"Yo, Old Zhang, you're pretty quick on your feet. The hunt in the Hunting Realm has only just begun, yet you've already captured a martial artist and brought him back."
"Is he a disciple of which sect?"
Just as the old man seized Lin Bai and flew toward the city, Lin Bai suddenly heard a teasing voice coming from atop the city wall.
Looking up, he saw another old man standing atop the wall. He wore a black robe and had a thin build and an aged face. His eyes were murky, and a mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, while a trace of sharpness gleamed in his muddled eyes.
The martial artist whom he had called 'Old Zhang' grinned. "I got lucky. I had just reached the Mist Marsh when I ran into him, so I grabbed him and brought him back."
"As for his origins and which