Having learned the key to this misty setup, Xiao Yao's confidence surged. She soon found the tallest ancient tree in the mountains and climbed to its crown.
"Whoosh—"
Standing atop the branches, Xiao Yao drew in a tremendous breath with all her strength.
At the same time, beneath her grayish-purple ritual robes, Lin Qiao and Chen Huai'an saw faint points of violet-gold light flickering.
"Fwoosh!—"
Once she had inhaled to her limit, she fiercely blew the breath out. The immense airflow instantly stirred the mountain mist into turmoil.
"Whoosh—fwoosh!—"
Xiao Yao repeatedly inhaled and exhaled. Borrowing the power of her innate dragon body, she swiftly blew away the dense mist blanketing the path ahead.
Before the mist could close in again, she fixed her direction and leaped nimbly through the forest.
After traveling upward for some distance, once the mist surged back again, she continued seeking high ground to blow it apart.
About three quarters of an hour later, Xiao Yao successfully emerged from the heart of the mist and returned to the proper route, setting foot once more upon the mountain path.
Seeing this, Lin Qiao and Chen Huai'an exchanged smiles. Their figures then vanished together, only to reappear a short distance ahead of Xiao Yao.
The little girl looked up at them and immediately broke into a brilliant smile. She ran over, bowed with cupped hands, and said, "This junior, Xiao Yao, greets Fairy Dust Shadow and Spirit Lord Water Marsh!"
There were not many cultivators within the Yang Clan who excelled in water arts. Among them, the most renowned was undoubtedly Spirit Lord Water Marsh, Chen Huai'an, who had ascended the golden rankings of the Heavenly Talent Ranking.
It was said that, because Yang Yuanhong had already achieved the realm of true intent, the Dao Academy had