This was Purple Rock Island, a relatively bustling island north of Wu Gou City's outer seas, named for the deep purple hue of its earth and stone.
Ghost Weary strolled across the island, appearing leisurely and unhurried, yet his heart was filled with hesitation.
Nearly two months had passed since the appointed time between Yu Ci and Little Five, yet there had been no word at all. Even You Rui, employing her shamanic arts and divine abilities, could no longer contact her. Still, she said that Little Five seemed to have been cut off by some obscure force. Put more simply, she was likely trapped somewhere.
After turning the matter over and over in his mind, he still had no idea what place could trap Little Five, a supreme magical treasure that had already passed the Spirit Sculpting Heavenly Tribulation. He could only follow the few scattered words Little Five had left behind and come to the outer seas to seek information.
Over the past few days, he had heard no shortage of rumors and news from every corner. The most credible was the ten-thousand-li mist that had risen from nowhere two months ago.
That mist lay directly across the northern outer seas of Wu Gou City, a necessary route for travel by sea from north to south. If Little Five had been heading for Wu Gou City, there was a seventy or eighty percent chance she had passed through there, and the timing matched as well.
Deep within the mist, one was cut off from the outside world, and it blocked all probing by divine intent. Without entering it in person, there was no way to find any clues.
Ghost Weary had in fact already circled the outskirts of the mist several times, but had not yet ventured deep