The jade-grease-like silvery white gas churned without end, surging through the mountains like a living thing, as if some ancient beast were hidden inside, breathing in and out.
Zhang Jixin looked at the mist-shrouded world in the distance, his face full of vigilance.
And doubt.
He took out the simple map from his chest and compared it with the surrounding landmark terrain. Instead of using detection magic, he rose a little higher with the Mayfly Wing, which caused smaller magical fluctuations, and looked toward the winding, silver-gleaming Dragon Marrow River in the distance. In the end, he confirmed that their destination, Dragon Marrow Lake, was right inside that stretch of mist up ahead.
The problem was—
"Where did all this mist come from?"
Puzzled, he could not help guessing, "Could some creature in the lake have been stimulated by Waghar's aura and accidentally awakened the bloodline of a Mirage Dragon, and it's undergoing a transformation right now?"
The thought of having to search this dense fog for that meteorite, which had fallen who knew where, left him thoroughly gloomy. The workload, even if it was not like finding a needle in the seabed, was still like a blind man groping an elephant.
When Fatty Xin volunteered, they should have let him come.
The red-faced male wizard muttered to himself inwardly.
Blue Sparrow had already unwrapped the thin cloth around his sword, and a sharp aura gradually gathered around him. Purple Little Sable crawled out of his hat and craned its head toward the depths of the mist, its glossy black eyes brimming with curiosity.
Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses.
He picked up a few pebbles from the ground and casually cast a divination.
"An upper-middle hexagram. Not a bad thing."
He pinched his fingers and calculated for a moment. When