"I knew this might come as a shock, but unfortunately, we never promised where the journey would end."
Mist billowed like a waterfall, stretching endlessly, inspiring an almost physical fear of the unknown.
As Fu Qian admired the spectacular sight, Reginald beside him had clearly given up hope that Fu Qian would answer his earlier question and simply changed the subject.
"Please get out. We'll have to continue on foot from here."
Before Fu Qian could say anything, Reginald gestured for him to go ahead.
With a crisp clatter, the carriage quickly headed back the way they had come, almost as if it were fleeing in a panic.
After Fu Qian answered the call and got out first, Amira and the other man followed in solemn silence.
Sure enough, the hunter Simon, who had supposedly been giving them a lift because it was on his way, got out as well. He stared at Fu Qian, making no attempt to hide that he was escorting him under guard.
In fact, the other two were doing the same. Almost instinctively, they formed an equilateral triangle around Fu Qian.
Under the scrutiny of six eyes, Fu Qian surveyed this corner that seemed to lie at the edge of the world, feeling deeply appreciated.
In the direction the carriage had gone lay a narrow path, but it was clear and quiet. Looking along it, one could see Lairding beneath the morning sun.
The opposite end was shrouded in thick mist, which showed no sign of receding even in the morning light, like the primordial chaos of ancient times.
And that was clearly where the group was headed.
"I'll explain everything once we reach our destination. For now, how are you feeling? What does the clear moonlight guiding you have to say?"
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