The next morning, Min Zimo finally awoke from his deep sleep on the soft couch.
The three of them had not slept at all that night, keeping watch over him.
Only now did they finally let out a sigh of relief.
After confirming that he was merely a little weak and had no serious problems.
Gu Jinzhi told him everything that had happened over the past few days, along with the trio's deductions from the previous night, without leaving out a single detail.
After listening, a self-mocking smile surfaced on Min Zimo's face.
He finally understood why, after entering the Sky-Gazing Mirror, his strength and identity had not matched, while his experiences had been so strange and discordant.
It turned out that from beginning to end, he had merely been a tool for the Great Dream Cult to smuggle someone across.
This realization left him somewhat dejected, but the soldier's will buried in his bones quickly pulled him back to his feet.
He braced himself upright, looked toward the three of them, and said in a deep voice, "Ask whatever you want."
Li Wei had the most impatient temperament and went straight to the point. "Do you know what that purple-black mist is? Why does it drain people dry and then flee? How far can it run?"
They had to figure out where to go farm experience next. Heh heh...
Hearing the question, Min Zimo seemed to recall some unpleasant memories, and his expression darkened further.
After a moment of silence, he answered each question in turn. "That time at the Huamao Rift, the Great Dream Cultist who attacked me had this same purple-black mist appear on him."
"My teacher said that the mist should be some manifestation of an evil god's faith."
"As for draining people's flesh and blood