Chapter 272: Asking the Way
Between the cliffs, on an invisible path, Mo Hua walked with utmost care.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Mo Hua finally reached the other side.
The instant he climbed up the opposite cliff and his feet touched the ground, the surrounding mist suddenly grew thicker. The miasma was so dense it made his head spin.
Mo Hua hurriedly took out two Miasma-Repelling Pills and swallowed them, circulating his Lingli to refine their medicinal power. Only then did he feel somewhat better.
After looking around, he found himself in a small forest, with no one in sight.
Other than the heavier mist and more poisonous miasma, it was no different from the Inner Mountain.
"Where are those Sinful Cultivators? Could they not be here?"
Mo Hua muttered to himself.
Mo Hua cautiously wandered about for a while and discovered that sunlight had been blotted out by the thick fog. The forest was hazy and indistinct; he could no longer tell direction and had no idea where he had walked to.
Most crucially, there was not the slightest trace of any cultivator.
Mo Hua sat on the ground, somewhat at a loss.
Had he guessed wrong?
That shouldn't be...
Mo Hua thought for a moment, then suddenly found something strange.
On the other side of the cliff, the sunlight had been bright, and the mist had not been particularly thick. Yet after crossing a single stone path to this side of the Deep Mountain, why was the fog so dense?
There was little difference in the sunlight on either side. Logically, even if the fog was thicker, it should not have become this heavy.
Mo Hua spread out his divine sense and inspected the area carefully. His brows suddenly furrowed.
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