Vast as an endless sea, the "Ghost Mist" slowly emerged from the boundless land beyond the mountains, gradually filling everyone's view.
Several towering peaks stretched one after another, but beneath the "Ghost Mist" they looked like little mounds of dirt, seeming tiny in an instant.
Gazing at the thick, murky gray fog from a distance of hundreds of yards, everyone felt as if their souls were about to suffocate.
It was as though, beneath the spreading "Ghost Mist," all living beings and all things would eventually vanish into deathly silence.
The "Ghost Mist" continued to draw slowly nearer.
Pang Jian's pupils narrowed as he stared fixedly at it, watching this great terror that filled all living beings with dread.
"Pang Jian, I'm willing to accompany you into the Ghost Mist. If we can make it out alive, will you promise me one thing?"
At that moment, Luo Hongyan suddenly looked straight into the boy's sharply defined face. It seemed she had forgotten that Zhou Qingchen and the others were there. She called out, "The Ghost Mist is terrifying, but I dare to risk my life alongside you. Just promise me one thing!"
At her words, Zhou Qingchen and Han Duping stared at her in a daze.
Su Meng covered her mouth with a gasp, her bright little eyes shimmering with excitement.
Recently, she had followed Luo Hongyan to gather medicinal herbs and learned that Luo Hongyan's knowledge and insight into them were extraordinarily profound. Few in the Fourth Realm could compare.
Beyond medicinal herbs, her "Sister Ning" also had an astonishing grasp of cultivation arts and unique insights into the distribution of the world above. Su Meng admired her immensely.
This had also made Su Meng quietly feel that her "Sister Ning" was being treated unfairly.
After all, her "Sister