Wolin.
Gang Bao flew high in the air, flapping his wings as he went.
A gale rose.
Every so often, Qingbao transformed into wind and merged into it, controlling the gale's direction to blow away the surrounding mist.
The mist churned, and the scene before them became clear.
After about three seconds, the white mist eerily surged back again.
Following the path that had briefly appeared clearly, Qiao Sang weaved through the forest.
After traveling like this for over ten minutes, she suddenly stopped.
Gang Bao stopped as well.
"Xun Xun?"
Little Treasure, who had been darting back and forth through the white mist, floated back to his Beastmaster's side and cried out, asking why they had suddenly stopped.
"I have a strange feeling," Qiao Sang said.
"Qing Qing?" Qingbao floated over and called out curiously.
What was strange?
"Don't you think this mist isn't normal? It rushes back far too quickly," Qiao Sang said.
Gang Bao's gale, combined with Qingbao's control over the wind, could disperse the mist within a hundred meters every time. Sometimes, when Gang Bao put a little more force into his wind, he could even blow away all the white mist within a kilometer.
Yet no matter how large an area they cleared, the mist would almost always surge back completely within around three seconds, obscuring everything around them. It was nothing like a normal mist phenomenon. It was extremely eerie.
"Fang Fang!"
Hearing his Beastmaster's words, Fang Fang seemed to understand something. He immediately became alert and began observing their surroundings.
Luobao, who had just returned to the backpack, silently poked her head out again.
"Ting Ting..."
Little Thunder Dragon had not taken in Qiao Sang's words at all. Instead, he looked at Luobao's head sticking out of the backpack, wearing a conflicted expression.