When Chen Shi'an followed Fu Yingying into the reception hall, Fu Nantian and Fu Qianfan were sitting together, both with their brows tightly furrowed.
Seeing Chen Shi'an arrive, the two hurriedly rose and saluted him.
"Yingying, go outside first. Commander Chen and I have important matters to discuss."
Seeing that Fu Yingying showed no intention of leaving, Fu Nantian spoke softly.
Fu Yingying murmured an acknowledgment and slowly withdrew from the reception hall, disappointment on her face.
Noticing that something was wrong with Fu Nantian's and Fu Qianfan's expressions, Chen Shi'an asked, "City Lord Fu, Brother Fu, has something happened?"
His brows knitted, Fu Nantian said gravely, "Last night, for some unknown reason, the miasma fog in Hundred Miasma Forest suddenly began churning without cease.
"Afterward, the miasma fog rapidly thinned and dispersed.
"At its current rate, I estimate that all the miasma fog in Hundred Miasma Forest will disperse in less than a month."
"Last night?"
Chen Shi'an blinked and asked, "Roughly what time did it happen?"
Fu Qianfan answered, "Around ten at night."
Chen Shi'an's heart gave a jolt.
Around ten at night-wasn't that when the Saintly Dao Stele was refining that snake demon's Demon Core in the underground cavern?
At this point, he had essentially deduced that the miasma fog in Hundred Miasma Forest was most likely connected to that demonic snake.
Now that the demonic snake's Demon Core had been refined and its body had turned to ash, it could no longer gather miasma fog.
Its dead remains alone had actually been able to gather such a vast expanse of miasma fog.
Chen Shi'an's estimation of the demonic snake's strength rose another great notch.
At the same time, joy stirred in his heart.
Without the miasma fog, Hundred Miasma Forest's natural defenses would vanish, leaving Fu