Chen Mo and the others had settled down comfortably, gathered around the fire pit to warm themselves and chat. They were quite at ease.
However, atop a large rock before the mountain gate, Qian Wantong held a pair of binoculars, wanting to see whether Ouyang Nan's team had obediently gone to look for Elder Qian Ying and the others.
Unfortunately, electronic devices could not be used in The Valley, so the night-vision function was useless. He could only use the magnification, but the dense fog prevented him from seeing what was happening over there. All he saw were faint points of light vanishing from his sight.
They must have entered the dense fog. Otherwise, those distant lights wouldn't have disappeared. Qian Wantong made his judgment, though he did not dare be certain.
So he said to the Qian Family Martial Artist beside him, "Fire a yellow signal flare into the sky and see how Captain Ouyang Nan responds."
Upon hearing this, the Qian Family Martial Artist fired a yellow signal flare into the air.
Qian Wantong had initially expected a response from Ouyang Nan, but after waiting and waiting, he received nothing at all.
"It seems the four of them really entered the mist." The fog here was truly different from the fog of the Outside World. Fog outside was not this thick, nor did it follow rules so strictly—remaining within a certain area, leaving it, or refusing to enter it meant one would not be affected by the mist. It was truly frustrating.
Still, Qian Wantong felt admiration for whoever had built The Valley. He had no idea what kind of person could create such a place. It was simply incredible.
"Steward Qian, there's still no response. Should I fire another signal flare?"
"No need!" Qian Wantong stared into