More than ten hours had passed since Yuan Yujun's departure.
Night had long since fallen.
Yet Pei Yiman and the others were still lying on their beds, chatting idly.
Meanwhile, Ling Wuyuan finally began silently considering his next plan.
Though he was a genuine battle maniac,
over the past few days, he had hardly taken the time to carefully feel out the power he now possessed.
But after several days had passed,
he naturally came to realize roughly how much stronger he had become than before, while automatically grasping some newly awakened Special Abilities...
With merely a slight stir of his thoughts,
dense dark gray mist automatically filled the entire room, wrapping the surroundings in swirling clouds and mist as though it were some kind of illusion...
The dense dark gray mist had no scent and gave off no energy fluctuations.
Even when it slowly drifted past the skin of Xi Xianlan and the others, it brought them no peculiar sensation whatsoever, as if it truly were nothing more than utterly ordinary thick fog.
Yet the moment it appeared,
Pei Yiman and the others immediately stopped talking and turned to look at Ling Wuyuan in unison.
It could only be said that,
although they sensed nothing unusual from it,
the appearance of that dense dark gray mist... was rather unmistakably suggestive to them.
There was no need for any further analysis.
Its very bearing was enough for them to immediately confirm that it was Ling Wuyuan's power.
After silently sensing the dense dark gray mist for a while and still failing to detect anything special within it,
Xi Xianlan gave a slight stir of thought.
A wisp of dark gray mist, offering no resistance at all, immediately began slowly spinning in her palm under the influence of her spiritual power...