"Hiss, hiss—"
A faint sound like a snake slithering came from deep within the mist.
Everyone instantly went on guard.
Powell rested a hand on his sword hilt. His four wings spread slightly as the pressure of a king quietly radiated from him.
A multicolored shadow flashed through the mist.
"Was that..."
Masha's eyes widened.
"A Seven-Colored Python!"
Ailiya cried out.
"The spirit beast said to guard the Seven-Colored Ganoderma!"
She instantly forgot her frustration and pointed excitedly in the direction the shadow had vanished.
"Quick, after it! Wherever there's a Seven-Colored Python, there must be a Seven-Colored Ganoderma!"
"Princess, wait!"
Masha tried to stop her, but Ailiya had already beaten her wings and charged into the thick mist.
Powell frowned but immediately followed.
"Everyone, follow the princess! Keep formation!"
The guards and maids hurried after them.
Su Ye had finally learned what a hellhole the Misty Marsh was.
He had planned everything perfectly.
Seven Space Leap Nodes, each precisely located with an error of no more than five kilometers. By now, he should have been standing at the Number Three Rendezvous Point on the edge of the Misty Marsh, waiting for the Winged Human Race to take him to King City.
But instead...
"Where the hell am I?"
Su Ye stood amid impenetrable white mist. He looked down at the route map Xiao Qingtian had given him, then up at the nearly identical dead trees and mud all around him. He began to seriously doubt himself.
The route map marked everything clearly.
After leaping from the fifth node, he would appear in a dead forest with an unmistakable three-way fork. From there, he would head east for one hundred fifty kilometers and find the rendezvous point's landmark: a half-collapsed ancient Stone Pagoda.
But what did he have now?