The peaks appeared and disappeared, the sea of fog blanketed the battlefield.
A group of three walked westward, against the flow of the fog sea.
Though they were three, Lu Ran always had an illusion, as if he were acting alone.
Deng Yuxiang, serving as the scout, moved like a ghost, observing the surroundings all the way.
This middle-aged man in his forties seemed to have gotten a beloved toy, shuttling back and forth continuously.
Lu Ran could understand Chou Nu's feelings.
This was Instant Teleportation!
Who wouldn't love it?
Heavenly General Bai was also unseen, as she was crawling beside Lu Ran's feet, her whole body submerged in the sea of fog.
She did not possess the ability to see through the mist; such behavior was akin to drawing boundaries and imprisoning oneself.
Yet she was sweetly satisfied.
Seeing nothing instead allowed a more focused sense of someone's presence, quietly following.
Lu Ran found it hard to imagine what she had gone through.
