Outside the Haoran Mansion's main city, at the city gates, Lu Xuan and Mu Yun stood steadily in the void.
At this time, the main city of Haoran Mansion was tightly enveloped by a thick, ink-like white mist.
At the same time, the white mist was continuously spreading an ice-cold aura that chilled to the bone, seemingly ready to condense into icy frost at any moment.
Under the cover of this biting cold mist, even martial artists with excellent eyesight found it difficult to penetrate the dense white fog and see the scene within the main city clearly.
Mu Yun was dressed in a striking red Profound Bird apparel, which seemed ablaze with flames, with his hands leisurely behind his back, floating lightly beside Lu Xuan.
However, Mu Yun's face was etched with a heavy expression, and his eyes revealed a rare worry.
It had been a long time since he faced such strong Yin energy; the last encounter with a disaster-level anomaly was more than a hundred years ago.
