The distant fog was deep and still, though now and then a strange, sinister feeling seeped through it.
Lu Xiaotian and Fairy Yunxia sat facing each other, each regulating their breathing. The restriction behind them had completely concealed their whereabouts. Though the wolf-headed monsters could use the baleful energy of ice and metal to suppress the restrictions, their divine sense still couldn't pass freely through layer upon layer of barriers to search out the two of them.
Even though the other side had many men, finding them in this strange region shrouded in thick fog would surely take some effort. Lu Xiaotian and Fairy Yunxia, for their part, weren't about to sit still and wait to be captured. For now, they were safe.
After finishing her meditation, Fairy Yunxia discreetly studied Lu Xiaotian's calm face. The longer she spent with him, the less she understood him. How could an immortal possibly withstand the wolf-rider battle formation they'd faced earlier? Yet he had stopped it. That first halberd strike in particular—even though it hadn't been aimed at her, Fairy Yunxia had truly felt that, beneath its force, not even her lightning-escape art could have helped her evade it.
"Ah!" A moment later, Fairy Yunxia cried out in surprise.
Lu Xiaotian opened his eyes and looked toward a patch of deep red in the distant fog. It was drifting farther away through the mist, and an unmistakable smell of blood emanated from it.
The thick fog made the perfect cover for that blood-red hue.
"You noticed it long ago?" Fairy Yunxia asked in surprise.
Lu Xiaotian nodded, a trace of confusion in his eyes as well. "It's blood, gathering toward a fixed location."
The wolf-headed monsters would certainly have posted guards at the site of the mine tunnel collapse. What should they