Hmm… is it only me or is the mist thickening ever since we got here?" Wan Ling softly said, looking at the dense mist in front of her.
"We haven't even entered the goddamn forest yet. And this mist is making visibility hard," Han Qingyu annoyedly said.
Shen Yuan chuckled softly, he calmly said, "Settle down, you two. It's just a bit of mist. We've not even encountered the Mist Shades. What would you two do when you encounter those ghostly creatures?"
Han Qingyu tightened her grip on the reins, as her expression turned annoyed. "Hmph, we will deal with them when they come in front of us."
Wan Ling chuckled from the side, seeing Han Qingyu's annoyed expression.
The mist grew thicker as they ventured deeper into the forest, the atmosphere started to become eerie with each passing second.
The forest became denser as only sparse moonlight came down through the dense leaves.