Tang Ye suddenly stood up from the ground. It was only then that he realized the peculiar nature of the surrounding mist. Unlike the dispersed fog of an ordinary foggy day, these strands of mist were entwined in the air, forming long threads that seamlessly merged with the environment here. If one didn't pay attention, they might not even notice these abnormal mists.
The intertwining mists connected to form one ring after another. Looking into the distance, the number of these mist rings became countless, as if a long strand connected innumerable rings, winding through this entire forest.
Tang Ye's gaze swept around. The mist rings varied in size. The large ones perhaps covered this entire forest, making it impossible to see their overall shape, while the small ones could barely allow Tang Ye to put his fist through.
