The fog rapidly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the outside was already shrouded in a thickness that seemed impossible to disperse.
Yue Qinghuan's expression instantly became extremely ugly.
Because she discovered that her Divine Sense actually couldn't penetrate this fog at all.
In other words, the only thing she could perceive right now was this small inn and nothing more.
The rain roared, but outside was a boundless sheet of white.
The cool breeze, tainted with the smell of rain, stirred those hanging rope loops, and the eeriness of it was beyond description.
"What do we do now?" Yue Qinghuan asked in a low voice.
Xue An chuckled lightly. "What else can we do? Naturally, we wait for the rain to stop!"
With that, Xue An turned and headed toward the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Yue Qinghuan asked, a little frightened.
"Cooking!"
"Cooking?"
