Ji You's face tensed slightly.
From what Fourth said, does the fog outside the Spiritual World not belong to just her? No matter how hard she tries, she can't fully conquer it?
Then, whose does the unconquered part belong to?
This question is worth pondering deeply.
Ji You softly said: "Fourth, go observe the fog above us and compare it with the gray mist in our Spirit Space to see if it's the same thing."
Despite being as thin as a toothpick, Fourth astonishingly didn't seize the chance to extract more benefits from Ji You; instead, it directly stood up, wagging its tail, and went towards the fog above.
Ji You pressed her lips together, waiting with slight nervousness.
Fourth didn't fly directly but probed with its tail, advancing step by step: one step, two steps, three steps...
With Ji You and the other five Spiritual Silks waiting somewhat tensely, Fourth suddenly halted, and then swiftly withdrew its tail.
Then—
