The mist blew from front to rear, seeming eerie, but in reality, it posed no danger.
A lone boat moved slowly, with Lin Yuexin standing quietly aboard.
She had changed into plain clothes, and although her attire was simple, it could hardly conceal her demeanor—noble, elegant, and indifferent.
Before long, the solitary boat also entered the heavy fog.
Just now, was that Chen Pingping?
The distance was quite vast, and she hadn't seen the scene clearly, only discerning some shadows; hence, her heart trembled.
After Lin Yuexin left, the next to arrive were a group of young people from the Purple Gold Divine Clan, among whom was Jin Chan.
At this moment, his expression was grim and unsightly.
Several of them had been discussing his claims and didn't believe him. He asserted that the Heaven Martial Continent was a prison, suppressing the descendants of criminals who were unable to cultivate.
