The miasma in the Miasma Land was not white, but a peach-pink mist. Standing some distance away and looking at that peach-pink fog, one would find it beautiful, even pretty. Especially when the mist slowly shifted and drifted, the sight was simply breathtaking.
Unfortunately, in an environment like this, anything beautiful was a sign that it was best not to get close. The more vivid the color, the greater the danger it implied.
Qian Ying had also put on his protective suit and mask. He walked to the front of the group and said, "There's no need to worry. The protective suits and masks prepared by the Qian Family are the latest models, with excellent protection. In fact, when the Qian Family came here to explore a few months ago, we wore protective suits that were one generation behind these, yet we encountered no danger in the Miasma Land."
After pausing, he continued, "However, I must remind everyone of something. Once we enter the Miasma Land, be careful not to tear your protective suits or let sharp objects puncture them. Once the sealed suit is damaged and the miasma seeps inside, there will only be one outcome. So as we move forward, make sure to follow the person ahead of you. Do not wander off or step anywhere else."
"As we advance, follow the markers! Our Qian Family people will place markers along the way. They are like this freshly made tree branch in my hand, planted in the ground to point everyone in the direction they need to go." Qian Ying raised the trunk in his hand. It was roughly one and a half meters long and as thick as a thumb, made from branches the Qian Family had chopped from other trees during their rest.
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