The howling wind could not disperse the fog, nor could it dispel the players' doubts.
The Place of Piety was indeed no simple place. It was far more bizarre than the scavengers had described.
After Zhang Jizu had walked halfway through the fog, he realized that he had completely lost his sense of direction. He could no longer determine whether he was still facing the Faith Theater.
To avoid taking a wrong turn, he constantly used the howling cold wind to anchor his sense of direction, continuing forward at a fixed angle to its flow.
But identifying the direction was far from the most troublesome part. More troublesome was...
Cheng Shi was gone.
Although Cheng Shi had been walking close behind him, the two of them had somehow become separated "right before each other's eyes." Even the little firefly lamps scattered along the ground had been swept away and extinguished by the cold wind, causing them to completely lose contact in this bizarre fog, where visibility extended no more than a dozen paces.
Of course, Zhang Jizu wasn't sure whether the fog had affected their connection or whether Cheng Shi had deliberately chosen to leave. In any case, he could now only proceed toward the theater alone.
The road itself was not particularly long, but Zhang Jizu walked for a very long time—long enough for him to frown and stop in place, beginning to think that merely continuing forward in silence would probably never get me to the other side. There must be some other rule in this strange fog—when a figure suddenly reappeared in his field of vision.
Ai Si!
That towering wine-red ponytail was like a lighthouse in the fog, swaying as it appeared before his eyes.
However, the Battle Marshal was not walking toward him face-first. Instead,