Wu Chang tied his horse outside and stepped into the fog alone.
Visibility within the fog was very low, and a damp smell immediately hit him, mixed with a faint burnt odor and a slight scent of blood.
All around was deathly still; he could only hear his own breathing, as if the fog had already turned into a land of the dead.
He held the Silver Dawn in one hand and the Soul Cleansing Banner in the other, vigilant of the surrounding fog.
Under normal circumstances, when the temperature drops to a certain point, the moisture in the air would condense, causing the humidity in the environment to decrease.
Near Chen Family Village, the cold was bone-chilling, with temperatures likely below twenty degrees below zero; at this temperature, dense fog could still form in the air, suggesting something odd in the fog.
As he ventured deeper into the mist, subtle noises began to appear beside his ears.
