As they ventured deeper, the dense fog within the mountain range grew more than ten times thicker than before. It shrouded the surrounding space in an impenetrable blanket. Even soul power struggled to penetrate it, meeting tremendous resistance as it spread and failing to probe their surroundings.
Miss Feng looked at the thick fog around her, her expression tinged with disappointment. She had traveled an unknown distance in the direction Hun Changqing had disappeared, yet she had never caught sight of him again.
Her feelings were tangled. Miss Feng did not even know what she was thinking or why she wanted to find him. He was merely a man she had glimpsed in passing, yet she could not control her restless heart. She desperately wanted to see him again.
The feeling was actually frightening. Since birth, she had spent nearly all her time cultivating. Though it was tedious, she enjoyed it. As a result, she was indifferent to almost everything outside cultivation, and her temperament had been polished into serene stillness, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Yet this man she had met only once had opened a crack in that tranquil heart. He seemed like a dazzlingly beautiful poppy laced with deadly poison, offering a fatal temptation. Though she knew she might sink helplessly into it, she still could not stop herself from drawing closer.
Hun Changqing's faint smile before he vanished into the mist kept surfacing in her mind, beyond her control. Miss Feng's lips involuntarily curved into a slight smile as well. At that moment, she began to understand.
If I can't control it, why suppress myself? Why not follow my heart's desires? This was the first time she had met someone who could leave her so utterly distracted after a fleeting encounter. The feeling was