The heavens hung like a curtain beneath the winter sun, and mist rose over the desolate rocky mountains. Dressed in an exquisite palace gown, Zhao Ling felt her way through the bare Cangyan Mountains with a saber in hand. As layer upon layer of the Sea of Mist suddenly surged between the peaks, a trace of puzzlement appeared between her brows, and she looked toward the white-robed man nearby.
Xie Jinhuan had already stopped, warily watching the white fog rolling down from the ridge. At first, he had thought it was a natural change in the weather, but it was afternoon, with the winter sun hanging overhead. By all reason, such heavy fog should not have formed, so he looked toward A Piao, who was leading the way.
Ye Hongshang had not sensed anyone nearby, but this fog certainly had not formed naturally. After a moment's thought, she replied:
"It's the Blessing and Sacrifice Faction's Fog Concealment Art. Their Daoist cultivation is quite high. They're hiding over a thousand feet away, and I can't pinpoint their position."
The Blessing and Sacrifice Faction was a branch of the Witch Cult. Some of its practitioners who specialized in curses also cultivated the Fog Concealment Art to preserve their lives. However, the faction was classified as orthodox, and its fog contained no poison. Instead, it possessed extremely powerful hallucinatory and disruptive effects.
Realizing that an expert from the Blessing and Sacrifice Faction was stirring up trouble in the mountains to rescue the hidden criminal, Xie Jinhuan could not help frowning inwardly.
After all, whether it was the trouble with the rites at the Altar of Heaven and Earth or the current situation, everything seemed to point to a serious problem within the Blessing and Sacrifice Faction under Administrator Chen.
And the Blessing and