The white fog was thick, reducing visibility to less than ten meters.
Just as everyone had expected, they became separated after entering the fog. As far as the eye could see, Zheng Qing could not spot a single companion—only the silent ancient Trees to either side and the moss-covered stone path beneath his feet.
He raised his hand. The green cord around his wrist had lost the color it possessed in the exhibition hall and become lifeless and dull. After a few simple tests, Zheng Qing realized that the magic Xiao Xiao had prepared to keep the companions connected had failed to work.
Perhaps the magic of the Dream World differed fundamentally from magic outside; perhaps they were too far apart; perhaps dimensional interference had occurred when they entered the dream, destroying the magic on the green cord.
In any case, Zheng Qing now had to find another way to locate the other hunters of the You Zui Hunting Team.
The winding path paved with bluestone slabs stretched deep into the fog.
The surroundings were utterly silent, without the faintest sound.
Within the fog, he could not tell east from west, north from south.
Zheng Qing took out his spellbook and cautiously cast a spell:
"Ding Zhi Fang Zhong!"
It was a directional spell. Once the incantation was complete, several points of starlight abruptly lit up in a place unimaginably far above the young scholarship student's head, piercing the thick fog and entering the wizard's sight.
They were the fixed stars, the stars marking the northern Chamber constellation. Fatty Xin had always preferred to call them Aquarius.
Zheng Qing let out a soft breath and put away the talisman he had secretly held between his fingers. No one—or anything else—had interrupted his spellcasting, proving that the surrounding environment was generally