Just as Ye Lin was searching for a way out, a series of crisp bell chimes rang out behind him.
The bells were clear and melodious, yet they pierced straight into his soul, echoing within his heart.
At his side, the flowers, grass, and trees parted of their own accord to form a path. Two or three carriages laden with goods rolled through, surrounded by men carrying long sabers on their backs.
Behind the three cargo carriages was a rather luxurious carriage.
This carriage was not for hauling goods, but for carrying people.
"Who goes there?"
Upon seeing Ye Lin, the saber-bearing men drew the long sabers from their backs and stared at him with utmost vigilance.
Spirit Transformation realm auras were actually emanating from them?
Ye Lin's face filled with astonishment as he sensed those auras. Spirit Transformation realm?
How long had it been since he had last seen Spirit Transformation cultivators?
"Put your blades away. This fellow is a fellow cultivator of our Human Race."
At that moment, a deep, robust voice rang out. A burly man clad in animal hides strode out from behind the group.
He had a massive build, a grass skirt around his waist, an animal pelt draped over his upper body, and a face covered in stubble.
He stood a full eight feet tall, half a head taller than Ye Lin, exuding an intensely oppressive presence.
Yet after sensing his Dao Integration realm cultivation, Ye Lin finally relaxed.
"Did Fellow Daoist stray in here from the Life-Stealing Wilderness and find yourself unable to locate a way out?"
The burly man looked at Ye Lin and spoke gently.
"Yes. I ask Fellow Daoist to tell me, where is this place?"
Ye Lin nodded lightly at the burly man before him.
"This is the Mist