"This is the fourth day!"
Deep in the fog, Guang Chengzi and the other three gathered together.
For four days, they had moved cautiously, afraid they might stumble into a Wu Clan ambush.
But what had happened? No ambush, no way to break the formation—not even a soul in sight.
Each day, they wandered in circles, returned to where they had started, then set off again.
Ju Liusun was at his wits' end. He could not hold back any longer.
"This Mist Formation is maddening! We can't find its formation flags or anyone guarding it. How are we supposed to break it?"
His furious roar jolted Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi out of their deep thought.
Guang Chengzi had a bold suspicion. He looked up at Chi Jingzi, and when their eyes met, each seemed to understand what the other was thinking.
"Second Junior Brother, what do you think?"
"Eldest Senior Brother, I think we may have been wrong from the start."
It was exactly what Guang Chengzi had been thinking.
Guang Chengzi's eyes lit up. "Go on."
Chi Jingzi looked at him. The same spark shone in Guang Chengzi's eyes; clearly, Chi Jingzi was not the only one who had realized it.
"You already have a plan, Eldest Senior Brother. There's no need for me to show off my humble opinion."
"Then let's try heading toward Kunlun!"
"Let's go!"
Guang Chengzi found the direction he believed to be west, turned into a streak of light, and shot away.
Huang Long and Ju Liusun did not know what the other two were hinting at, but they understood that they had found a way out.
As soon as Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi moved, Huang Long and Ju Liusun hurried after them.
Four streaks of golden light tore through the thick